Its Good To Be a Country Boy

Being born in 1958, my favorite memories of growing up were from the times I spent on my Grandparents farm. They only had about ninety acres of their own, but other smaller and larger farms were all around. Granddad sometimes had a few head of cows, sometimes a few hogs, and always the chickens running around the yard. He raised a garden by the house and also planted other small crop fields further out from the house. Be it potatoes, corn, strawberries, watermelon, whatever was wanted or needed in the local “farming community”. The local farmers swapped out “groceries” with each other as well as other chores. I remember Granddad had a 1953 Ferguson TO-30 and a sickle mower. Another neighbor would have a hay rake with his tractor, others had bailers, conveyors, wagons or whatever, and they all worked each other’s fields together. They shared the work and the equipment and worked together like a huge family. I remember begging him to let me help with hauling the hay when I was maybe 8 or 9 years old. By the time I was 12 or so, I was really regretting that mistake. But by the time I was about 14 or 15, they were paying us “young-uns” 4 cents a bale. All we had to do was pick it up from the field, stack it on the wagon, ride it to the barn, sling it up to the loft and stack it. WHAT A DEAL! After a week’s work I usually had 75-100 dollars in my pocket, but I was too worn out to have any fun. There were several other chores to be done as well and I always gravitated towards the one where we could use the tractor, because sometime I got to DRIVE IT! I remember granddad always parked it back in the barn in the evenings and gave it a going over. It got the fluids checked, fittings greased and whatever else it needed. Today I have that old 1953 Ferguson TO-30 at my place. I only have 5 acres, but I get some good use out of her hauling logs to the house for firewood, grading the driveway, bush hogging the briars next to the woods or just working up the garden every year. I don’t know what ever happened to Granddads old sickle mower. But I do have a neighbor that has a PTO tiller I get to borrow, and another with a post hole digger and yet another with a front loader on his small tractor. We still work together when needed and swap out our tractor attachments and our garden surplus. It’s good to be a Country Boy. Garacuda, KY, entered 2012-02-27 My Email Address: Not Displayed

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