Dear Sirs And Are Miss How Many of you can remember working on a farm out in the country?

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Dear Sirs And Are Miss
How many of you growing up can remember working on a farm out in the country ? And eatting what you made ? The reason I am asking this is I want to know how many of you can remember the mule and plow ? The Push mower that had no motor No fast food at all ok I can remember this ok children brought up right are spanking mouths washed out and put on your knees nose to the wall no child abuse are child endangerment you needed you bottom spanked you got it asap and ps to all mothers and grand mothers spank better ok one because your mother was with you from birth to age 5
I just would like to see the olden days of answers from the1920s to 83 Only from these golden ages please so sorry I need to set up a time limit ok If you was not born then place do not answer I am not trying to be crude rude heart less hurt full are any thing to any one on yahoo answers ok this is just something that I would like to know ok
Take Care

This is how I was brought up to do as I Was Told And Do Not Get Smart Mouth Are It Did Cost You A Peace Of Your Bottom No Questions Asked I Think That We All Had It A Whole Lot Easier Back Then I Do Think Children Of Today Have It To Easy Then We All Did Back Then When No Meant No And Mother And Fther Ment What Was Said And We All Knew It To If You Asked For A toy You Worked For It And You Took Great Care Of It. And It Lasted A very long time And Your Parents Always Knew Where You Where And Who Your Friends And There Parents Where And A Bed Time Was Set Up For School Days And The Summer Another No Children Running The Streets All Hours Of The Day And Night Home At 12.00am Mother And Father Said After That Only Troubled Happened And That Still Holds True Today ok
Take Care

Dear Sirs And Are Miss

The Toys I was Talking About Was

The yo-yo
The slinky
Sliley Putty
And Ball And Jacks
Jack In The Box
The Frizz Bee
The Hula Hoop

And Dear Miss And Sir

I was Raised In A very Small Town

Less Then 3500 Persons Ok

Answer 1

I CAN'T RECALL THE MULE AND THE PLOW BUT WE DIDN'T HAVE THE LUXURY'S THAT THEY HAVE NOW.

NO TELEPHONE, TV, WASHING MACHINE, ELEC STOVE.

EVENTUALLY, OUR TOWN GOT A TELEPHONE, THEN SOME OF US GOT ONE, OF WHICH WE WERE ON A PARTY LINE.

WE HAD A WOOD STOVE AND MY MOTHER PUT HER IRONS ON THE WOOD STOVE TO HEAT THEM TO IRON OUR CLOTHES.

WE BATHED IN AN OLD GALVANIZED TUB. IT WAS A HAPPY DAY WHEN WE BOUGHT A MAYTAG WRINGER WASHING MACHINE.

WE DID GET A RADIO AND EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT WE WOULD GATHER AROUND IT AND LISTEN TO "THE SHADOW KNOWS" THE LONE RANGER, ETC.

HAY RIDES, ICE SKATING, SWIMING IN THE OLD MILL POND WERE OUR FUN TIMES.

THERE WAS A LOT OF HARD WORK ON THE FARM BUT LOTS OF FUN THINGS TOO, GATHERING THE EGGS AND FINDING OUT ONE WAS A DOUBLE YOKER... MILKING THE COWS, RAISING LITTLE PIGLETS. RIDING HORSES.

WE MADE A VICTORY GARDEN DURING WW2 TO FEED OUR FAMILY. WE CANNED EVERYTHING FOR THE WINTER. HAD DEER MEAT YEAR ROUND AND FISH TOO.

HAD MY SHARE OF SPANKINGS, TOO.

Answer 2

I went back to my roots in the early 70's. Got an acreage and raised all my own garden veggies, fruits, horses, pigs, sheep, chickens, rabbits, dogs and cats and 3 kids and a husband and a full time job. I would come home from work, put dinner on to cook, go kill and butcher 3 chickens, clean horse pens, water and feed, dinner then baths, bed and time for the new day. I tried to hold off canning until the week ends and then would work at it non stop. I also grew berries for jams and now I wonder how I made it and my laundry was always done, my kids clean my yards gorgeous and green --sound like a fat head--I'm not, I just wonder how I did it looking back. My first job that required a SS # was driving truck in pea and wheat fields in Oregon. We went to the pick up area at 4:30 am and they drove us to the fields and we worked until dark. When I took a bath if I missed one spot it was black--I always had wet dirt clods in the corners of my eyes and it was so hot you could have croaked. Many of the trucks were old WW11 surplus, no floor boards, watch the drive shaft spin around, some had no cover between you and the engine, some no cabs or tops and others with no brakes. Our wage---$1.00 an hour big bucks in 1960. You asked about mules--that was grandpa in VA he plowed with mules, Gee and Haw and he was a minister sooo his bad word was pasha. His mules were cranky ones and I used to follow him around when he plowed.

Answer 3

Every summer my friends grandfather's farm, haying, and in the fall it was roundup, dehorning, branding and turning young bulls into steers. Then it was time for a "Turkey shoot" or "Pie Shoot". You shot at targets not turkey or pies :-)

I remember the men with a white line across their forehead when they took their cowboy hats or caps off :-) Farmers tan.

We had a push mower, remember the sound they made? I picked potato and tomato bugs and was paid a nickle for so many - I HATED that, I hate insects to this day. Cant remember how many it was to earn that nickle. I mostly remember how HOT it was !

"Vacation" school and Sunday school - I hated that, the ministers and their wives came for the summer and talked down to us as if all country people were mentally challenged. And they were mean. Their wives especially looked down their nose at everyone. I remember thinking how dumb they were because they couldnt answer a lot of questions, didnt seem well educated at all. They didnt like it when you asked them to explain something.

Just stuck on themselves because they had nicer cars and clothes. Turned me off church forever.

As for spanking kids, I got way way too many spankings, my mother had "issues". We were raised to be polite and respectful to adults, behave in school or you "got it". No one except my mother ever hit me though.

I remember neighbours and friends getting together in the evenings to sit on the porch and visit, while the kids played in the yard, hide and go seek - remember how cool and good it felt when the sun went down to be outside ?

Now people all huddle in front of their own TV's with the doors triple locked, the AC on and windows closed so they cant hear the crickets or the night hawks calling --

Now when you see people gathering on the street after dark you wonder if its a drug deal going down or a gang thats getting together to commit some crime .....

Traveled into rural China and the farmers are still using horses or oxen to pull their plows. Women scattering baskets of seed by hand.

Answer 4

I was born in 1941; my mother died when I was a year old and Daddy and I lived with his parents on the farm. It was a wonderful life and nothing like today! We raised our own cows, hogs and chickens. We had a huge garden and a truck patch. Grandpa worked the fields with horses and got a Farmall tractor when I was six. The family had three meals together EVERY DAY. We had a base burner (anyone remember them?) and a wood stove in the kitchen. Got electricity when I was six. Went to town twice a week; once for sugar and flour and once for church. By the time I was in high school, we spent $10 a week for groceries. Gas 33 cents a gallon; sausage 29cents; pork chops 39 cents, canned vegetables 10 cents. Candy bars, gum, cokes , ice cream cones were a nickle. The dime store had a bag of fresh roasted warm peanuts (enough to make your stomach hurt) for a dime. No fast food joints; just good, home grown, nutritious food. In the late fifties Daddy, head of the English department of a large high school brought home $472 a month. It was plenty. He always drove a new Buick, had a Harley Davidson motorcycle, took fishing and hunting trips two or three times a year to Canada, coon hunted, and trapped in the winter. Squirrel, rabbit, pheasant quail, fish, venison and mushrooms from the local woods all made for good eating. I worked the fields on the tractor by the time I was 10 years old. I had my own truck patch at 14. We canned peaches, pears, blackberries, apples, cherries, rhubarb, gooseberries, green beans, pork (ribs, roasts, sausage patties), made our own sauerkraut, smoked our own bacon and hams from hogs we butchered in November. Fried chicken for Sunday dinner meant someone went out that morning and butchered a chicken. Now that's what fresh is! Apples, cabbages, carrots, potatoes and other hardy foods were buried in straw lined holes in the garden where they kept over the winter. Onions were pulled and strung up in the cold pantry. Horehound was cut and tied in bunches for that time one of us would have a cold. Then it was cooked, the juice strained and made into candy which soothed coughs. Does anyone remember the icy outhouse seat in January?
It was a hard life; a disciplined life; a joyful time when family was honored; everyone was respected; the only terrorist was the Boogy Man, the scariest thing was to hear :.....what danger lurks in the hearts of men? Only the SHADOW knows! We sat around that old baseburner and listened to the radio at night. Then we carried a hot brick wrapped in flannel to bed in that cold upstairs. It was a gooooood life! "Drugs" meant you got drug to church, drug to the barber shop, drug to the woodshed. No kids running around with their pants falling off; their underwear hanging out. I taught school in the 60's and 70's and never worried about guns in the buildings. We didn't need a police presence; the janitor had time to take care of any discipline problem if the teacher wasn't available. The courts didn't take over when parents disciplined their kids. Guns were used to bring home meat for the table. Kids could play in the back yard without being molested or abducted; neighbors knew each others' names and most of each others' business. Porch swings and rocking chairs were used by one and all.
It was a gentle time, a good time. I miss it!

Answer 5

I didn't grow up on a farm. I do know we had a push mower, I couldn't do half the yard when I was 14. If we mouthed off to Mom, Dad beat our @zz with his belt when he came home. No air conditioning. Gas was about .19 cents per gallon.

Answer 6

I remember. Cold mornings milking cows, bare board floors. I hated hog killing day! I remember going to play in the fresh furrows as my father plowed. Do you remember yo-yo's...not the toy, but the slingblade we used to cut weeds? Amazing we didn't amputate our feet! I believe people were made of sterner stuff, then. We were more disciplined, and brought up to be honest and respectful. Your question certainly takes me back. Like watching an old movie in your mind. Thanks for the memory.

Answer 7

I picked cauliflower and cabbage in Pennsylvania....round 1970.

Way better hamburgers from Luncheonette.
on REAL FRESH BAKED ROLL.
Delis better.
Neighborhood Pizza better.
(crusts now shipped in by truck....frozen.....separated by wax paper...
in fifty pound box....no guy in SONNY CORLEONE t shirt thowing dough disc in air and showing off.)

and you couldn't get away with hardly nothin....
too many eyes.
no air conditioning.
people on porches.

It was no big thing to have neighbor see you do something out of line and
a. confront you directly...
b. take it straight to your parents
happened to me a few times.

We respected the janitor!!!

Now....
you need armed guards and metal detectors in schools.

I grew up in North Jersey.
Attended Catholic school....pre vatican 2....
teachers....NUNS.

Then went to public school.

Think the pop culture should be left at the curb re school environment.

Answer 8

Late 50's early 60's we raised our own cattle and ate beef 3x a day. We had our own chickens and we respected our parents. If not we got whooped by dad and no one ever accused him of abuse. My brothers and I grew up strong(from working the ranch) and we grew up right. Whe I grew up and moved to the city in the 70's the meat tasted funny

Answer 9

I remember in the 50's getting back-handed in church and nobody thought a thing about it, nobody was called and the general congregation would give you a dirty look for you making your parents have to do it!!! Very good days! As far as the healthy eating, we grew our own and I and my siblings still have all our teeth!

Answer 10

Push plow???? Where in the world did you live? I come from a town of 4000, surrounded by large farms...all had the latest equipment, the newest, biggest cars, etc...Farmers were the rich ones. I worked on farms, but true to my nature, my jobs included...cleaning out horse barns (urine in the summer is not bottled and sold as Channel #5, trust me on that one), cleaning up cattle barns ( and you though horses were bad????), pig sties ( we are talking toxic fumes here, and perhaps that is why I suffer minor retardation at my age), and of course, mowing ..... (and you thought your lawn was big!. But in all, I must admit that this summer was a piece of cake compared to the following summer when, suffering from cleaning out Pig Sties, I took a job as a pipe puller on oil rigs....there was not a day when I didn't dream of cleaning out pig stys...