{"id":424,"date":"2005-07-24T06:54:25","date_gmt":"2005-07-24T11:54:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/69.50.194.231\/~vqplgdbg\/?p=424"},"modified":"2005-07-24T06:54:25","modified_gmt":"2005-07-24T11:54:25","slug":"farming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=424","title":{"rendered":"Farming"},"content":{"rendered":"

Inspired by this post<\/a> from Acidman.<\/p>\n

I farmed as a kid. When other kids went away to camp for the summer, I went to my grampa’s farm. The grandkids (there were a good many) would run the farm as the old man wasn’t in the best of health. Those who lived closest took care of the planting annd harvest, but the rest would deal with the rest of the work. The farm was about 65o acres, just over a square mile. <\/p>\n

Anyway, there was a vegetable garden. In it, gramma would not allow tractors or powered equipment, so we cultivated with horses. I’m one of the few people I know who has pushed a plow behind a horse. There were stumps in that field, and when a 14 hand morgan mare pulled that plow you were holding into a stump, it could throw you clean over the horse. At the very least, you got punched in the gut, hard, by a plow handle. <\/p>\n

My cousins and I took care of that little patch, fed chickens, four or five cows, horses, goats, milked the cows, all before the sun came up. We also weeded the big fields, mostly by hand. We used what chemicals and fertilizers we could get our hands on, and were glad to have them. A bad summer could bankrupt the old man, and several almost had. In the end, he lost the farm, but the old copper roofed farmhouse stands there, where my father spent his boyhood and where my summers were filled with what we considered slave labor at the time. Now, I’m damned glad to have had that experience, because I realize how important that lesson is: Farming, as Rob says, is damned hard work, and it never ends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Inspired by this post from Acidman. I farmed as a kid. When other kids went away to camp for the summer, I went to my grampa’s farm. The grandkids (there were a good many) would run the farm as the old man wasn’t in the best of health. Those who lived closest took care of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-424","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=424"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}