Life on the Farm: Feeding The Cattle

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Written by Gary Wonning

As the next summer approached, it was obvious the whole family had enough of farming. As soon as his back healed, dad was planning on getting a job at the local factory. It wasn’t something he wanted to do, but it was out of necessity.

He never really said anything, but I know deep down inside, he would have much sooner been on the farm than working in a sweaty old factory.

The summer wore on, our pasture was getting shorter and shorter, and the dry summer days didn’t help provide food for our cattle. Each time I went into town to buy feed, the money became scarcer. Providing food for the cattle was becoming a real concern.

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Growing up on a dairy farm in southeastern Indiana, Gary traveled very little until midlife, when the opportunity became available to him.

Grabbing his camera and a bag full of equipment, he began his vision quest traveling to most areas of the United States and several countries abroad.

Along the way he collected several thousand photographs that he wants to share with everyone.

http://www.travelnsnap.com

Gary decided the best way to accomplish his goal was to publish photo documentaries on the various areas of the world he has visited.

What will follow will be several photography books, who knows how many will wind up in his collection.

To contact Gary:

journeysthrulife@gmail.com.

http://www.journeysthrulife.com.

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Dad is Disabled For a Year: Growing up in Indiana in the 50s

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Written by Gary Wonning

One day, while carrying the milk cans, dad slipped on some mud. As a result, he injured his back and he became bedfast for a year.

Suddenly the task of doing all the farming fell on my shoulders. This included putting out the crops, cultivating, putting up the hay, harvesting them and milking thirty head of cattle morning and night, as well as getting feed for them from the feed mill.

There wasn’t much choice but to jump in and do it. I didn’t mind too much, my parents needed help and I considered it a challenge to see if I could do it. All things considered, everything went as well as could be expected. I somehow managed to get the work done, have a social life, and lead the life a normal sixteen year old would and should have.

At times it was a struggle making it all work, but all in all I learned a lot and enjoyed the challenge. Actually we had too many cattle for the acreage we had. With over thirty head of cattle on sixty-five acres of farmland, it was hard to raise enough food for them, as time went on, we found ourselves buying more and more feed for them. This cut into the profits more and more, every day and we struggled to make ends meet.

The rest of the story!

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Growing Up in the 50s: A Social Life And Milking

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Written by Gary Wonning

Sometimes it was hard to squeeze a social life into the farm scene. Going to the basketball games was a required course in school, missing a ball game was out of the question, a person could get banned from his community from such an atrocious act.

When the game was played at a school several miles from home, it was a real challenge.

There was only about forty-five minutes from the time I would arrive home from school until the bus would leave from the school to go to the game.

That didn’t leave much time for milking thirty head of cows.

But I got’er done. The stanchions held four cows and we had two milkers. So I would run two cows in, wash them, put the milkers on, feed them, bring two more in, prepare them, take the milkers off the first two and put them on the second two and repeat the process until I finished.

I could milk thirty cows in thirty minutes. At these stressed times, the cows didn’t give much milk, the milkers weren’t on long enough, and they didn’t eat much either. But they made up for it the next morning.

You couldn’t do that twice in a row or the cows would get mastitis, but when there is an emergency such as getting to a ball game, you gotta do what you gotta do.

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Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Indiana: Surviving A Blizzard On the Farm

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

We were living on the farm on a dirt road that didn’t see much traffic.

It was always a problem in the winter when the snows set in. The only people who used our road were the people who lived on it, and there were only three, hence when the snows came, our road was one of the last to be cleared by the county workmen.

The electricity would normally go off also; this would create a real problem since we were milking about thirty head of dairy cattle and it normally became my job because dad and our closest neighbor would work day and night shoveling snow off the road so we could get out and get our milk to market.

I would start milking about eight am, finish about noon, and start in again at about one pm so I could be finished before dark. After a couple of days, I would be running out of cans to store the milk.

We drank extra milk so as not to waste it. We couldn’t get to the store to buy groceries, so drinking more milk became a viable option

It would always be several days before the milk truck could get down our road, so It was really important to get the road open as soon as possible so we could meet the milk truck on the adjoining road.

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Harveys Branch near Oldenburg Indiana

Growing up on a dairy farm in southeastern Indiana, Gary traveled very little until midlife, when the opportunity became available to him.

Grabbing his camera and a bag full of equipment, he began his vision quest traveling to most areas of the United States and several countries abroad.

Along the way, he collected several thousand photographs that he wants to share with everyone.

Gary decided the best way to accomplish his goal was to publish photo documentaries on the various areas of the world he has visited.

What will follow will be several photography books, who knows how many will wind up in his collection.

To contact Gary:

journeysthrulife@gmail.com.

http://www.journeysthrulife.com.

 

1950s Values and Morals

Many people express the desire to go back to the fifties and the values people had back then.

What do they mean by that? Obviously, people weren’t saints back then and many wrongs were committed.

When people talk about going back to the values of the fifties and sixties they are referring to the things we were taught, whether we listened or not. 

Values such as hard work, self-discipline, marriage, self-reliance, respect for authority, studiousness, patience, the values that ultimately would lead to a happier more productive, successful life than one would have if they don’t follow these principles.

The idea that one should first finish their education, get a job, then get married and once established, then have children. 

Believe it or not, at one time, if a couple couldn’t afford to have more kids, they didn’t have them.

When you start a family before you are financially or mentally prepared, you are only asking for trouble. 

Life is hard enough when you try to do things in the proper manner, it just gets harder when you break the rules.

No one is ever guaranteed a successful life that has no problems, but when a person follows these simple rules of success, the likelihood of having a good life greatly increases. 

Even if issues do come along, which they will, if you have followed the game plan, you will have reserves, financially and spiritually to carry you through the rough spots.

These are time-honored traditions that were carried down through the ages, by responsible people have guided people since time immemorial. 

They are just good common sense values to be followed by everyone, regardless of race, creed or national origin. 

They have nothing to do with white supremacy or racism, sexism or any other ism.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Keep the Old Values That Have Stood the Test Of Time

 

As the world changes and old ways are tossed out the window, we need to remember to hang on to what is near and dear to us, to cling to the universal truths that never change, even though society and customs do.

Times and customs regularly change, as they should. However, many ideas have stood the test of time and should never be discarded.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

The Indy 500

 

We lived about seventy miles from the Indianapolis 500 Motor Speedway. in those days, during the month of May, there was daily activity at the track. The drivers and teams would practice daily during the whole month of May in preparation for the big Memorial Day classic.  In the early days, qualifications would take two weekends and was normally interrupted by rain or bad weather.

The drivers and teams would practice daily during the whole month of May in preparation for the big Memorial Day classic.  In the early days, qualifications would take two weekends and was normally interrupted by rain or bad weather.

The race was always held on May thirtieth, making it fall on a weekday more often than not.

I can always remember listening to the race; every activity would stop so we could gather around the radio to listen to the pageantry from beginning to end.

The first race I remember was in 1953 when a lot of the old timers were still racing, Eddie Sachs, Billy Vukovich, Johnny Parsons and others always provided an exciting race.

It was a sad day in 1954 when Billy Vukovich was killed during the annual classic.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome