I miss posted this over on the tool forum. Old had a picture of an air compressor that my Grand Father had one just like it. I don"t know why today is getting to me. Been short tempered all day. Going to go outside be by myself for a while. Can"t stand myself LOL
My maternal Grand Father farmed a 100 acre farm. He milked 25 cows and sold the milk in cans. He had ten sows that he farrowed twice each year out on a grass pasture with little huts. Fattened up all the feeder pigs and sold the fat hogs. Smoked and cured one for the cellar. HE feed any bull calves out and killed one for the freezer each year. Had an acre of fruit trees that are still there. Sold apples, pears, and peaches in town.
His only tractor was a Ferguson TO-30 he bought new in 1953. HE had a three bottom 12 inch plow, a six foot three point Dearborn disk, a set of two row rear mount cultivators, a Dearborn/Ferguson sickle bar mower( that was a killer to put on), a three point Ferguson hay rake, a John Deere 246 corn planter, a one row Woods brothers corn picker, a John Deere 300 elevator, and two Sears and Roebuck wagon gears with flat beds and removable side boards. That was all of his equipment.
He raised twenty acres of corn. Twenty acres of Oats, that he walked and seeded with a hand crank seeder. ( I still have it and seeded my daughter"s yard with it just this fall), Twenty acres of glover/timothy hay, Twenty acres of wheat, hand seeded too(cash crop and wanted the extra straw), twenty acres of permanent pasture for the milk cows.
He raised a family of three daughters and paid for the farm on that 100 acres. He bought that farm in 1934 when he was twenty years old. He gave three hundred dollars for it. He borrowed two hounded dollars from his dad. It had no buildings on it. There was a small woods. He cut logs and had the lumber sawed to built the barn and house. He married in 1937 after he finished the house. My Grand Mother was a cook in town until they married. When they moved into the house they only had twelve dollars to their name. He owned a team of horses, ten milk cows and ten sows. They bought three hundred chickens the first year to raise and sell as meat. Kept twenty for layers. Sold cream and eggs to earn cash. Was deferred out of WW II as he was farming. Doubled his milk herd and sows during the war.
He died in 1976. He turned sixty-two and was going to retire. He had a major heart attack in early August he lived through it and came home to the farm in mid-September. I was twenty-six and was doing all of the livestock chores. On the afternoon of the twentieth of September I helped him walk the farm and look everything over. He had to pet and visit his milk cows in the pasture. It really tired him out. I had to about carry him back to the house. He wanted to sit on the porch swing. He could look out over the farm from there. I went to start evening chores. When My Grand Mother came to get him for supper he was gone. He was setting in that swing with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. I remember it like it happened yesterday. My Grand Mother set down next to him and told him how she was going to miss him. THAT moment showed me what love was all about.
His funeral was the largest that the local funeral had ever had. When the day of the burial came. The first cars where at the family cemetery while the last where leaving the church. That was a string of cars two miles long!!!
He left: Three daughters, sixteen grand kids, two great grand kids. Plus a whole lot of memories.
Just remembered. His first Social security check came two days after the funeral. I remember thinking it was wrong that Grand Mother had to send it back. He never drew one cent of what he paid in. My Grand mother only drew $89.00 a mouth when she retired the next year.
My maternal Grand Father farmed a 100 acre farm. He milked 25 cows and sold the milk in cans. He had ten sows that he farrowed twice each year out on a grass pasture with little huts. Fattened up all the feeder pigs and sold the fat hogs. Smoked and cured one for the cellar. HE feed any bull calves out and killed one for the freezer each year. Had an acre of fruit trees that are still there. Sold apples, pears, and peaches in town.
His only tractor was a Ferguson TO-30 he bought new in 1953. HE had a three bottom 12 inch plow, a six foot three point Dearborn disk, a set of two row rear mount cultivators, a Dearborn/Ferguson sickle bar mower( that was a killer to put on), a three point Ferguson hay rake, a John Deere 246 corn planter, a one row Woods brothers corn picker, a John Deere 300 elevator, and two Sears and Roebuck wagon gears with flat beds and removable side boards. That was all of his equipment.
He raised twenty acres of corn. Twenty acres of Oats, that he walked and seeded with a hand crank seeder. ( I still have it and seeded my daughter"s yard with it just this fall), Twenty acres of glover/timothy hay, Twenty acres of wheat, hand seeded too(cash crop and wanted the extra straw), twenty acres of permanent pasture for the milk cows.
He raised a family of three daughters and paid for the farm on that 100 acres. He bought that farm in 1934 when he was twenty years old. He gave three hundred dollars for it. He borrowed two hounded dollars from his dad. It had no buildings on it. There was a small woods. He cut logs and had the lumber sawed to built the barn and house. He married in 1937 after he finished the house. My Grand Mother was a cook in town until they married. When they moved into the house they only had twelve dollars to their name. He owned a team of horses, ten milk cows and ten sows. They bought three hundred chickens the first year to raise and sell as meat. Kept twenty for layers. Sold cream and eggs to earn cash. Was deferred out of WW II as he was farming. Doubled his milk herd and sows during the war.
He died in 1976. He turned sixty-two and was going to retire. He had a major heart attack in early August he lived through it and came home to the farm in mid-September. I was twenty-six and was doing all of the livestock chores. On the afternoon of the twentieth of September I helped him walk the farm and look everything over. He had to pet and visit his milk cows in the pasture. It really tired him out. I had to about carry him back to the house. He wanted to sit on the porch swing. He could look out over the farm from there. I went to start evening chores. When My Grand Mother came to get him for supper he was gone. He was setting in that swing with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. I remember it like it happened yesterday. My Grand Mother set down next to him and told him how she was going to miss him. THAT moment showed me what love was all about.
His funeral was the largest that the local funeral had ever had. When the day of the burial came. The first cars where at the family cemetery while the last where leaving the church. That was a string of cars two miles long!!!
He left: Three daughters, sixteen grand kids, two great grand kids. Plus a whole lot of memories.
Just remembered. His first Social security check came two days after the funeral. I remember thinking it was wrong that Grand Mother had to send it back. He never drew one cent of what he paid in. My Grand mother only drew $89.00 a mouth when she retired the next year.
