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The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Posted by Judi F Radel on February 7, 2012 at 1:10 PM

What's this? Another post in a two day period? You will have to forgive me. I have had a cold/flu for several days now and I am deliriously bored. I have tried sleeping (tired of that, yes, pun intended) and watching tv (one can only watch so much iceskating and motorcross before that's gets really old.)  I started  to read a couple different books but haven't found a book that keeps my attention for long. I have found that I can occupy my time spent resting in bed by writing a few blog posts and downloading a few photos. So, that's what I am doing. Deal with it.  I am also a bit testy.

Yesterday's blog post got me thinking about just how my grandparents have influenced us in the way we farm today. The more things change, the more things stay the same.

Yeehaw Farm was my grandfather's farm.  Back in the day, my grandfather used horses. My daddy has even used horses until the first tractor came around.  After that, he couldn't wait to get rid of those horses. He never liked farming with horses and was none to sorry to see them go.  Although, he will concede that horses do a much better job at cultivating than tractors do.  That's about all he will concede to horses. "Hayburners" is his nice terminology for horses. I was never allowed to have a horse while growing up because my daddy hated horses so much.  He did however, buy me a cow, which I could ride.  You see the cow was multi purpose; she could be milked, provide us with calves and I could also ride her. The hay would not be wasted with her.

Here I am riding my cow, Surprise. Check out the ten gallon cowboy hat. Life was good back then, riding off into the sunset with my faithful dog by my side on my cow.  Actually riding a cow puts a new spin on the word, "cowgirl"!

This is my grandfather with his team of horses.


I doubt that we will ever go back to farming with horses but I have been giving careful consideration into farming with a team of oxen. I think my daddy would be okay with it since he is the one who steered me towards cows from the beginning.  I don't think Cranky is crazy about the idea of oxen but he will get used to it!  I am looking at ways to not be so dependent on fossil fuels while farming our land and oxen seem like the perfect fit.  Oxen also seem like the happy medium link to my grandparents way of farming and ours. My grandparents were never dependent on fossil fuels when farming with horses. Hopefully, it will be the same way with oxen.

Here is a photo of Tommy combining last year's wheat crop. Trust me, this combine is not fossil fuel friendly. But my point is that much hasn't changed with how we plant, grow, and harvest wheat since my grandparents did it back in the day.  While looking at other photos from that day of this year's wheat harvest, I stumbled across Tommy mooning the camera from inside the combine cab. Seriously. Please quit squinting your eyes towards the combine cab.  P-pleeze!  I did not use that photo. Come on!  This is a family oriented blog. I would never show you my husband's ass on this blog. But I will show you...

My grandmother combining wheat in her bra! Yes, the more that things change, the more things stay the same. Evidently, our family has a fetish for exposing themselves while combining wheat. Nice. And this trait will surely be passed down to our punks. God bless them.

Some things do change however. Here is a photo of my momma with her 4H pigs that she raised.  When it got time to sell them at the auction, she couldn't do it. She cried so hard that my grandfather told her she didn't have to sell her pigs.

And here is a photo of my son, Boo with his 4H pig from last summer. He couldn't wait to sell that darn pig! No tears were shed fom my boy when that pig went on the auction block. However, I can't say that I didn't cry a tear or two!

Don't mind Boo's blue lips and smile. We decided to take a photo after he had just eaten a blue snow cone.  4Her's are given free snow cones at our county fair and if it anythings says "Free", my punks are first in line.  Plus, their momma would never, ever buy them a snow cone so they jump on any chance they can to eat the forbidden junk food!

More old photos and commentary to follow in upcoming blog posts about my farming heritage.  Keep an eye out.  

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Reply Amanda Houseal
8:28 PM on February 9, 2012 
This is really cool how you are including background and heritage of your farm. I think it's really awesome how you are a multi-generational farm and how you're (hopefully) teaching your kids how to do it 'right' so the tradition can continue. Great job! seriously, though, Grandma in the bra?! I thought it was Squaw for a moment and about had a heart attack!
Reply LIsa
11:19 AM on March 27, 2012 
I love the pictures Judi. Those are good. That did look like Squaw.