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.

 

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Growing Up In Indiana: Entertainment on a Saturday Night

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.

Times were simple, it was an uncomplicated life back then.

Growing up in the 50s, we were the fortunate ones. Little did we know what lie ahead of those innocent times.Life was hard but good. Money wasn’t an issue, nobody had any.

Our entertainment was simple, we either went to see friends and ate popcorn, or we went shopping in a grocery store with two aisles and stopped at grandmas on the way home. Or we stayed home.

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

 

In Trouble In Church: Life In the Fifties

 

 

After or during these socials, as well as in church we boys could always find trouble, seems as if it was lurking around every corner. As I grew older, mom became less willing to let me sit with other boys, not sure why.

One particular Sunday, Kenny and I were sitting in the back of the church behind a bachelor that was inclined to fall asleep. He had a habit of resting his head on his hand with his elbow firmly planted on the church pew. Sure enough, his head began to nod about halfway through the sermon.

One can only resist the urge so long, suddenly and without warning, I found my right index finger firmly lodged beside his elbow, one sudden jerk and it would be mission accomplished.

The unintended consequences were that his head hit the church pew and resulted in a sound that was heard throughout the church. 

I knew I was in trouble when mom turned around and glared at me. 

The next few Sundays, I sat quietly next to mom.

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

A Good Natured Prank

 

We were required to set the emergency brake at every delivery stop to prevent runaway accidents. This would lead to another possible prank. More often than not, someone would put grease on the underside of the emergency brakes of several drivers at once.

The driver wouldn’t use the brake until he reached his first stop, many times in isolated areas. The resulting mess was very difficult to clean up, and the perpetrators would spend the day chuckling about the presumed difficulties encountered by the victim. Most of us began carrying rags, just in case.

A good sense of humor was a necessity. It was all good natured fun, everyone laughed and no one got mad, (for the most part). It was back in the days before political correctness and people were still allowed to have fun and tell jokes, Gawd, I miss that!

Nowadays everyone is way too serious and often wear their feelings on their sleeves, just waiting for someone to insult them.

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 Last Day of School

 

I rode my scooter to school the last day of my eighth grade, against my parent’s better judgement. I promised I wouldn’t let anyone else drive it, of course, that didn’t work out very well.

Arriving at school, Steve Tunny wanted to drive it around the block. I didn’t want to let him drive, however, he finally persuaded me. I decided it would be ok if I rode on the back. As if that was going to keep him from doing something he shouldn’t.

The next thing I knew, he was driving across a small muddy ditch. In an instant, the scooter flipped upside down and we’re headed straight for a telephone pole. Luckily, we missed the pole and only had scratches on our elbows and mud on the handlebars of the scooter, the only thing hurt was my pride.

You think I told anyone? Nope.

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 Cushman Motor Scooter

When I was about fourteen, I was able to buy a motor scooter with the money I had saved up by working various farming jobs, including baling hay. At last, I had something to drive other than a tractor. It was a Cushman “Box” scooter. I think that at one time they were used by the military during the “Big” war.

photo of a Cushman scooter

Riding the Cushman

It was in dire need of a paint job, so I tore it down and with the help of dad sanded and repainted it. I have to admit, it looked pretty cool when I was done. It was my pride and joy; I drove that thing everywhere, through the creek, across fields and even on the road as long as the road wasn’t heavily traveled.

The best part was that I now had transportation to my hay baling jobs.

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