Staying up half the nightI seem to wander in and out of here. Enjoy the good people, all of you.
I farm a really small for these days crop farm, but it is way too big for a homestead, so some days I feel like a square peg wherever I go.
my folks came from the tough years yet, and so I grew up with some of the old time homesteading type stuff around me, and kinda share still their miserly ways and values.
dont use them, but we went to a old steam show in northern Minnesota and as I looked at the household displays in on of the buildings the display folk were showing people how the old stuff worked. A loom, a sock making machine, a spinning wheel, a butter churn, a wash board, a knippling sack, a show repair stand, a rope making crank, a couple other things I can’t think of.
I said to the wife (who is a town girl, loves the farm but she isn’t a craft gal and that is fine with me) I should put the house on display, we have every one of those things in the basement or attic, loom is upstairs. Got a bottle capper for when they made root beer, whole lot of tools out in the sheds for cradling grain, storing seed corn ears, husking ear glove, shelling thumb chain mail, seed corn sizer, step in hill planter, so on.
I guess maybe I’m just the third generation of farmer who all were hoarders........
so, I enjoy it around here.
just in kind of a tough mood, I think many are. But nothing to do, just shut up that is all we are told to do.