Some misc farm memories..

I grew up as 5th generation on a family farm.  Its a fact that I was taught to be proud of as it isn’t that common. When I was little, my Father grew mostly crops. I have faded black and white (but fond) memories of  sugar beets, potatoes, corn, beans, strawberries, wheat, clover, alfalfa, and even remember an attempt at growing carrots.

I remember the warm summer days and the crews that would come in to harvest the corn in particular. How much fun it was to just talk to the people! Aside from harvest time, we rarely had anyone besides family over. It was pleasant to sit out there with the crew sipping my orange pop (or soda for you southerners) and listen to their stories. I remember them calling my Mom “Boss lady” and thinking that was pretty funny.

When a trailer full of corn was brought up from the field, the crew would sort the corn off the conveyor belt, and the good ones would go into the boxes. They were then covered with a scoop or two of ice, and then put on a pallet which (when stacked with the appropriate amount of boxes) would go in the hydro-cooler.

Being about 8 years old (or less) myself, I wasn’t able to help much, and mostly I was in charge of keeping “the younger ones” out of the way. The younger ones being at that time my little sister Jessica, and whatever crew members kids were there.

Occasionally though, I was allowed to help “build boxes”. We had stacks of  flattened wax covered corn boxes, that we would use this tall “Box” stapler to put them together. I remember the stapler was taller than me at the time, but we’d fold the box, hold it in the right spot, then stomp on the foot pedal and it would secure a corner of the bottom of the box with over sized staples.  Twirl the box and catch the other 3 corners until it was fully secured.

Being a kid though, the best part was the fact that interspersed in the stack of waxed boxes were plain cardboard separators. These cardboard seperators were just a simple flat piece of cardboard that seperated every 20 or 25 boxes from the next grouping on the stack to make it easier to separate them as the wax would sometimes melt a little.

These separators brought hours of fun to us kids. We used to take and build houses and forts out of them, balancing them against each other. Imagine if you will a  house of cards on a grander scale only with our artwork displacing the standard card back design…  That is what many of our forts looked like. We built multiple rooms and hallways, and would have so much fun crawling in and out of  our make-shift mansions.   We spent a lot of time building and rebuilding our creations. It was so much fun!

As I got older, things were a little harder my parents and they found it difficult to make a living growing produce. The  They turned their attention towards raising cattle. My memories of the cattle era however never held as much affection on my part.. In fact, I actually have a scar on my right leg from one of my “own FFA project cows” as a reminder of this….  Dang Camille! Stupid cow!  lol.

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