ruralruss
Silver Member
Calcium Chloride. Same stuff they use for filling tires. In a solid state it is used for ice on highways when it gets below 20F and salt won't work.
Who remembers when
- Thread starter Timber
- Start date
- Views: 11018
Calcium Chloride. Same stuff they use for filling tires. In a solid state it is used for ice on highways when it gets below 20F and salt won't work.
that's the part I remember. sent to help shell corn from dawn till dusk and it was all hard work, the ladies cooking food all day for lunches and dinner when we were there. some of the best food I've ever had till I got home and supper would be left in the oven keeping warm. safety guards were not as much of a concern as many had been removed for repairs. and a few of the farmers payed the price. the hard work was everyday for us, but the food made it more than worth while for me.
Mace Canute
Elite Member
POC
Gold Member
Horses were long gone before I came along. Well, my Amish neighbors still use them...
I remember riding on a Dyna-Mark riding mower with my mother, I was younger than 5 I'm sure, pulling an implement of some sort, I think it was just a furrow plow, not a big layoff plow. My dads grandfather did it this way, and he'd hook that plow, I don't remember if it had a big wheel in the front or not, to the back of the lawn mower with some baling wire, and it would come undone/break/something at least (in my young mind) a couple of times on each row....
I think my dad still has that mower, but the deck rotted away.....I may have to see about that mower...
I remember riding on a Dyna-Mark riding mower with my mother, I was younger than 5 I'm sure, pulling an implement of some sort, I think it was just a furrow plow, not a big layoff plow. My dads grandfather did it this way, and he'd hook that plow, I don't remember if it had a big wheel in the front or not, to the back of the lawn mower with some baling wire, and it would come undone/break/something at least (in my young mind) a couple of times on each row....
I think my dad still has that mower, but the deck rotted away.....I may have to see about that mower...
Timber, great thread you got going, I will have to catch up on all the posts.
Being raised on a dairy farm, sure did leave a lot of memories that does not go away. Some good, some right down priceless.
I had a grand father that when he passed at 100 years old in 2003, could recite so many stories I had heard over the years. He could no longer hear or lip read good enough to understand most people, so everyone just let him do the communicating. I wish I had some of them stories recorded, because it was better then having a book read to you. The depression, what it was like growing up with some indian friends, and many other stories.
Being raised on a dairy farm, sure did leave a lot of memories that does not go away. Some good, some right down priceless.
I had a grand father that when he passed at 100 years old in 2003, could recite so many stories I had heard over the years. He could no longer hear or lip read good enough to understand most people, so everyone just let him do the communicating. I wish I had some of them stories recorded, because it was better then having a book read to you. The depression, what it was like growing up with some indian friends, and many other stories.
tcreeley
Elite Member
We had 2 ford tractors then (1950's), one a small blue one and the other an 8N or 9n with a 3 pt hitch. We had an old International with the narrow front end and we used a Willys Jeep to pull the New Holland baler. When we went from a 3 share plow to a bigger one, we started using an old crawler to haul it and the new harrow around the field. The crawler was left over from when we used to cut lumber. The silage was blown up into the silo with a belt off a power unit also left over from the sawmill days. We were always getting a deal on something, but not everything ran all the time! Wasn't uncommon to start the Ford truck when it was time to pick up bales with a crank. Old Dolly was the one white draft horse. She came out of the woods and had a place to herself in the barn when the sawmill stopped. She walked through the fences when she wanted to.
Those are long gone days now, farm was sold early on and today I teach, feed the chickens, 2 horses, and cats.
I have a little 1948 Farmall cub I used for everything from hauling gravel in my dump cart to plowing snow - and mowing with the sicklebar - until the clutch gave out. I just picked up a 2000 New Holland TC30 and its fun to use!
Those are long gone days now, farm was sold early on and today I teach, feed the chickens, 2 horses, and cats.
I have a little 1948 Farmall cub I used for everything from hauling gravel in my dump cart to plowing snow - and mowing with the sicklebar - until the clutch gave out. I just picked up a 2000 New Holland TC30 and its fun to use!
Heavy Metal Doctor
Silver Member
- Joined
- Sep 12, 2007
- Messages
- 123
- Location
- Mason Dixon Line
- Tractor
- Kubota L3301 w/LA525 loader, old IH Cub Cadets - 1250, 105, 124, Ferris IS1500z
I wish I could find a way to have given the same experiences to my kids that I had growing up on a farm.
My Dad was a farm hand - he left the problems of South Philly city life to try to live the farm life and raise us kids better than what he'd endured in the 50's, out to Amish Country of PA in the 60's.
I allways liked Dads stories of the slow crawler tractors he ran on one of the first places that he said he "would point toward the barn at the end of the day, get off and walk to the house for a glass of Moms iced tea then over to the barn to park it when it caught up!" - I never knew if he was joking or not!
I remember getting fresh milk from the tank after school everyday - it was my job to be sure the jug was full for dinner.
I remember once I actaully started working - going beyond "chores" to full days of real work in the summer time and getting paid about $1.50/hr. Dad said the owner was being nice by hiring me and "you better work your *** off and appreciate it!) I got paid every few weeks when my hours built up. No OT - just straight hours. Didn't matter if it was 6hrs a day just cutting grass or 16 while haying. The owner had me load up calves for the livestock auction and then he'd tell the guy at the gate to mark 2 or 3 with my name and send the check directly to me! MAN did those checks make me feel like a million bucks - I think the best check ever was about $150 for a months work.
I could go on and on....
Thinking about all this has made me realize that even though we where just "farm hands" the positive expeiences could fill a book....the tough spots could only fill a few pages....
My Dad was a farm hand - he left the problems of South Philly city life to try to live the farm life and raise us kids better than what he'd endured in the 50's, out to Amish Country of PA in the 60's.
I allways liked Dads stories of the slow crawler tractors he ran on one of the first places that he said he "would point toward the barn at the end of the day, get off and walk to the house for a glass of Moms iced tea then over to the barn to park it when it caught up!" - I never knew if he was joking or not!
I remember getting fresh milk from the tank after school everyday - it was my job to be sure the jug was full for dinner.
I remember once I actaully started working - going beyond "chores" to full days of real work in the summer time and getting paid about $1.50/hr. Dad said the owner was being nice by hiring me and "you better work your *** off and appreciate it!) I got paid every few weeks when my hours built up. No OT - just straight hours. Didn't matter if it was 6hrs a day just cutting grass or 16 while haying. The owner had me load up calves for the livestock auction and then he'd tell the guy at the gate to mark 2 or 3 with my name and send the check directly to me! MAN did those checks make me feel like a million bucks - I think the best check ever was about $150 for a months work.
I could go on and on....
Thinking about all this has made me realize that even though we where just "farm hands" the positive expeiences could fill a book....the tough spots could only fill a few pages....
LBrown59
Super Star Member
- Joined
- Oct 27, 2004
- Messages
- 16,831
- Tractor
- 2003 Kubota BX1500/2004 Kubota Bx23/2005 Kubota BX1500
Here it was used motor oil and i hated it .I never saw it done,but I was talking to a 70 year old friend of mine yesterday.
He was telling me he remembers about 50+ years ago in North Carolina if you lived on a real sandy dusty road a truck would come by spreading what he remembers to be a film of some mixture of oil. To keep down dust/dirt ? I ask him about Epa related issues, he said "I know now a days they would have a field day with that."
Anybody remember anything like that,sure would like to know if it actually was some type of oil mixture.
Boone
It ruined th paint job on my 1960 Chevy convertable .
But tracking the oil into the house and the garage was a worse mess then the dust.
Last edited:
tcreeley
Elite Member
-I think "fill a book" with memories from the farm is just about right! Hard to get used to store milk when you grew up on raw milk!
-They used to salt our dirt road to cut the dust - same as they used in the winter for snow.
-They used to salt our dirt road to cut the dust - same as they used in the winter for snow.
J_J
Super Star Member
- Joined
- Sep 6, 2003
- Messages
- 18,952
- Location
- JACKSONVILLE, FL
- Tractor
- Power-Trac 1445, KUBOTA B-9200HST
I can tell you about milk, as the orphanage I was in had about 80 cows, and they were milked using vacuum milkers. When the milk was collected, we would get some right off the coolers, and fill a gal jug and throw a handful of sugar in it, and shake it up, and that was our poorboy milkshake. I still drink about a gal a week.
Working around cows, you were bound to get cow sh*t on you, but someone would start a cow sh*t fight, and if you ain't been in one, you can just imagine, crap every where. It really did look like the sh*t hit the fan. After it was over, we used the fire hoses to wash down everything. Also, the juice from the silage leaking out the bottom of the silo would make a grown man gag.
We did learn a lot, and you can not buy that kind of knowledge. Yes, I could probably write a book about my orphanage life. I was there for 15 years.
Us old folks don't usually talk about the old times unless someone ask, and if you wind us up, we seem to talk or ramble on forever.
Working around cows, you were bound to get cow sh*t on you, but someone would start a cow sh*t fight, and if you ain't been in one, you can just imagine, crap every where. It really did look like the sh*t hit the fan. After it was over, we used the fire hoses to wash down everything. Also, the juice from the silage leaking out the bottom of the silo would make a grown man gag.
We did learn a lot, and you can not buy that kind of knowledge. Yes, I could probably write a book about my orphanage life. I was there for 15 years.
Us old folks don't usually talk about the old times unless someone ask, and if you wind us up, we seem to talk or ramble on forever.
