The Way Back Machine
Winter is a good time to do spring cleaning…and get rid of stuff or take a hike down memory lane while scanning old photos and ephemera.
My brother’s rescue Aussie, Randy. Notice anything funny about him?
A load of Western Red Cedar shake bolts headed to the mill. All these bolts were cut from old growth salvage logs, either windfalls or from old corduroy skid roads.
Thirty years ago it looked like I was propagating dwarf conifers, and loading cows to take to the “yard” on Sunday for the Monday Sale. 2.4 inches of rain, but despite that I thought it was a nice day. My best guess would be that it was a warm rain like we had today - 50°F and blustery.
Just thumbing through the AT-A-GLANCE other important entries read just as interesting.
December 29, 1981 Brought cows home. We rented a farm down the road and drove the cows the mile and one half each way, spring and winter.
February 23, 1982 Made 3 batches of soap.
March 29, 1982 Walked the block. Palmer’s balls fell off. The block is a loop road near here, 4.5 miles around, and Palmer became a steer. In my cheerio days…
May 6, 1982 Rotovated, planted, sunny.
June 5th, 1982 Bought a calf at Meadowland, $65.00, Cecil. He turned out to be a big gentle giant, a sweet Holstein, I still have his horns.
June 24, 1982 Don and Sam brought the Guernsey calf, $25.00, 3 or 4 days old. Myra. This post shows Myra as a baby and all grown up. Funny, a bull calf cost me more than my sweet Guernsey girl.
July 21, 1982 Hauled hay, started big ram for garden.
September 13, 1982 Storm from the east, two rainbows.
October 16, 1982 Butchered two of Johnny’s cows. We had a neighbor whose cows always got in with ours, and rather than try to separate them and haul them home, he would sell them as butchering beef and just shoot them…
October 31, 1982 Made 9 gallons of Graventstein cider.
I didn’t write something down everyday, lots of entries that just say volumes with one word: fence, tamped posts, bees, got wood, cuttings, twin bulls, congested bag. Just the everyday scribblings of a day in the life of a farmstead.
And the funniest thing I ran across in my keepsake box was this letter and newspaper clipping that my mom had saved.
That’s me with a bike I won in a coloring contest. I remember that day and that awful dress with the scratchy sewn in slip! I went to the bank the other day and parked right where that photo was taken so long ago. The bike and the dry goods store are no longer, but my memories still linger.