tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689245642139665514.post7535666874290997078..comments2024-03-28T20:13:21.900-06:00Comments on The Blog Fodder: Remembering the Farm - Cows IThe Blog Fodderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441978691701289074noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689245642139665514.post-9842631511275679592015-02-26T10:28:23.981-06:002015-02-26T10:28:23.981-06:00We didn't get into bales until I was in highsc...We didn't get into bales until I was in highschool. Our feed was put up loose, using a stacker on the front end loader. More on that another time.The Blog Fodderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11441978691701289074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689245642139665514.post-17667272288639692042015-02-25T17:41:52.740-06:002015-02-25T17:41:52.740-06:00The thought of all that pumping makes me ache in s...The thought of all that pumping makes me ache in sympathy. The sheer physical effort that used to be involved in farming is enough to boggle the minds of most people today. I remember watching my dad pitch bales (the small rectangular ones, so maybe 40-50 lbs apiece) from the truck up into the loft of the barn. Like a machine, he'd bend and straighten and toss them up there with an easy Diane Hendershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07563115165301223420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689245642139665514.post-47327620595389094222015-02-25T09:24:04.086-06:002015-02-25T09:24:04.086-06:00Barb, if you enter "Remembering the Farm &quo...Barb, if you enter "Remembering the Farm " in Search this blog you will find several other posts I have written on the subject of growing up on the farmThe Blog Fodderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11441978691701289074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689245642139665514.post-33941124451438784202015-02-23T18:11:59.740-06:002015-02-23T18:11:59.740-06:00This makes me reflect on my childhood on the prair...This makes me reflect on my childhood on the prairies. There are many similarities. Those pictures are very much Saskatchewan. You have great recall. I doubt I could remember half as much. Looking forward to hearing more about the farm. I do remember pummelling mouse nests in the chop bin. The baseball bat got used summer and winter. I'd be hard pressed to do such a thing now. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com