Farming In Shifts

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

During the spring planting, if the rains delayed us, we would work in shifts,.

At first, we only had one tractor, so dad would start working the fields at sunup and I would do the milking, then when I was finished, I would bring a five gallon can of gas and take over while he did other chores.

We would take turns eating lunch, each bringing more gas so the tractor would run constantly until after dark, we only stopped to sleep, then do the same thing the next day until the crops were planted.

Soon we added headlights to the tractor so we could see to work after the sun went down.

 

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

 

 

Driving The Tractor On the Farm

An excerpt from my book, Those were the days, my friend.

Chapter 4: Farming the Land

I started driving a tractor at a very early age, probably about three or four.  At first, I would drive through gates so the cows wouldn’t get out.

Cattle can be on the back end of the farm and if they hear or see a tractor going through a gate, they will come running. By the time the tractor driver gets off the tractor, opens the gate, and drives through, the cattle are there and trying to get out. This leads to much disarray as the farmer then has to round them up and herd them back into the pasture; the cattle are never very cooperative.

We had a small tractor, I could barely reach the clutch, but would manage to get the tractor in gear, release the clutch and drive thru the gate, and then I would hit the gear shift with my fist, knocking the tractor out of gear, and applying the handbrake to stop when the tractor had cleared the gate.

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

 

Driving The Milk Truck

Written By: Gary Wonning

Since money was always tight, my dad started driving a milk truck, he drove around to various farms and picked up the milk the farmers collected from their cattle. The milk was poured into ten gallon cans and dad would pick up the cans, load them on the truck and leave the farmer the empty cans from the day before so the farmer would have something to put milk in the next day.

Whenever I wasn’t in school I would go with him, and once a week, the milk company we delivered the milk to would sell butter and various products to its customers. This was good, I would go along and take the butter to the house so it wouldn’t melt and would normally get a tip of a nickel or dime. We had one customer that would give me a quarter. I was walking in tall cotton when I got that quarter.

Dad especially liked to drive in the snow, the deeper the better. He would take a cousin along when the roads were bad so he would have help in case they got stuck in a snow drift.

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

Rolling The Car Over In the Cow Pasture

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

We had an old ‘38 Pontiac that had seen it’s better days, it’s the same car we drove home on the day our house caught on fire. Our cousin Bob and dad decided to see if they could take it out in the field and drive down a hill as fast as the old car would go, cut the wheel hard and see if they could roll it over.

After several tries, and no success they gave up. Even though the tires had grass between the rim and the tire, they couldn’t roll it over. They don’t make cars like that anymore.

Those were the days my friends

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

No more Sweet Potatoes

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book,”Those were the days my friend.”

I ignored it for a while, but sometime in March, it began to wear on me. Finally one evening during supper, I pushed my plate away and exclaimed, “That’s it, I don’t care if I starve to death, I’m not eating any more sweet potatoes. “

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

Government Assistance

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book,”Those were the days, my friend.”

Our parents and community taught us to be self-reliant, it was frowned upon to accept assistance from anyone unless it was really needed, and then the community was more than glad to help. Everyone realized they could be in the same boat sometime and were more than willing to help.

It was a disgrace and Un-American to accept help from the government. People looked down on you for even thinking that. It was considered taking someone else’s money, almost like stealing.

In the 1950s, there was a surplus of corn; so the government came up with the grand idea of paying farmers not to farm their land, thereby artificially raising the prices. Named the soil bank, most of the farmers in our area were strongly opposed to it.

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

It Pays to Not Be Bored

 

Written by: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book, “Those Were The Days.”

I soon learned that if I hung around the house, mom would find something for me to do, and it was normally something I didn’t want to do, so it was best to stay outside and play. I liked to aggravate her, but I soon found out that telling her I was bored wasn’t in my best interests.

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