I grew up in the 60s and 70s and our parents cared about us but also relied on us kids to run the family Livery Stable while our parents worked. We learned how to deal with the public, handle money, catch, brush, bridle & saddle horses for customers to ride and we were the Trail Guides. It made us very independent at a young age to have the responsibility of running the farm. After school, we went straight to the farm. On the weekends and all summer, we went to the farm early in the morning and got picked up between 10:30 pm and 11pm. Days were long and sometimes difficult although our only option was to tredge trough. Winters were harder as we had to break ice in water troughs and drain long hoses over a tree branch. We all grew up to be productive Professionals. It also made us strong.
Yes, I understand farm life. My sister in law also grew up on a farm in Illinois, so I also comprehend the drastic, harsh weather conditions. (I grew up near Lake Michigan and the winters were why we relocated to Colorado). We have easy-peasy winters in comparison.
I so wish the government would honor farmers the way they "should" be respected. As you already know firsthand, they are our bread and butter, literally.
My daughter, son-in-law and two grandsons live on an 11-acre farm and grow organic plants to nourish themselves and each member plants, harvests and enjoys the crops. It's quite a breath of fresh air to spend time with them. My nerves are thankful and become relaxed on their farm. My breath is deeper, as well. And my joy factor goes up 100%.
Thanks so much for reading and communicating! I so appreciate you.
I grew up in the 60s and 70s and our parents cared about us but also relied on us kids to run the family Livery Stable while our parents worked. We learned how to deal with the public, handle money, catch, brush, bridle & saddle horses for customers to ride and we were the Trail Guides. It made us very independent at a young age to have the responsibility of running the farm. After school, we went straight to the farm. On the weekends and all summer, we went to the farm early in the morning and got picked up between 10:30 pm and 11pm. Days were long and sometimes difficult although our only option was to tredge trough. Winters were harder as we had to break ice in water troughs and drain long hoses over a tree branch. We all grew up to be productive Professionals. It also made us strong.
Yes, I understand farm life. My sister in law also grew up on a farm in Illinois, so I also comprehend the drastic, harsh weather conditions. (I grew up near Lake Michigan and the winters were why we relocated to Colorado). We have easy-peasy winters in comparison.
I so wish the government would honor farmers the way they "should" be respected. As you already know firsthand, they are our bread and butter, literally.
My daughter, son-in-law and two grandsons live on an 11-acre farm and grow organic plants to nourish themselves and each member plants, harvests and enjoys the crops. It's quite a breath of fresh air to spend time with them. My nerves are thankful and become relaxed on their farm. My breath is deeper, as well. And my joy factor goes up 100%.
Thanks so much for reading and communicating! I so appreciate you.
Likewise Ruthie.
Thanks, John!