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Attic Find April 27, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — diskam @ 3:22 pm

I found an old map case in the attic.  I assume it’s a relic from the schoolhouse across the way, but I don’t really know.  It seems a little old for that.  One of the posters is copywrited in 1904, and can only be described as ‘pro-prohibition’.

That seems a little strong, doesn’t it?  So does this:

I wonder what sort of fact checking they did in the early 1900’s.

I wonder if this is the 1904 equivalent of “This is your brain on drugs.”  Frankly, it’s more entertaining than it is frightening, but maybe the thought of appearing in public in a red undershirt was a deterrent in 1904.  It’s interesting that women are barely mentioned, this is clearly aimed at the men of the era.


Springtime April 20, 2010

Filed under: Farming — diskam @ 5:43 pm

It’s springtime here on the farm.  It’s time to for Dad to work the ground:

I do NOT miss the days when it was my job to wash the tractors.  Although they were never as bad as the combine.  That was a dirty scrungy mess to clean, and there is no way to do it without getting pretty scrungy yourself.

When they’re ready to move to the next field, the sides of the implements fold up to make it easier to travel down the road.  Well, and it keeps them from taking out every sign on both sides of the road between this field and the next.

After the ground has been worked, they’re ready to plant.

Here my brother is planting end rows, the rows around the edges of the field.  The tractor is run manually while doing the end rows, so the marker is down on this side of the planter to make a rut so he can see where to plant the next pass.

The markers are up on both sides here because the tractor is steering by GPS.  The computer calculates where the tractor needs to be in this pass in relation to where it was in the last one and moves accordingly.  The driver only needs to turn at the end of the field and then the steering takes over.  The system also has a handy alarm as the tractor approaches the end of the field just in case the driver isn’t paying attention.

The planter folds too, otherwise it would be much too wide to go down the road.  Corn seed comes in sacks (think a giant bag of dog food), and is loaded by hand into the yellow bins.  It didn’t occur to me at all to get pictures of that.  I’ll try to get some shots before they finish.


Picnic April 12, 2010

Filed under: small town — diskam @ 12:19 pm

Saturday night we had a spur of the moment picnic at Harper’s, a farm located a mile or so from our house.  It’s where we did this last fall.

These picnics usually go like this:  Someone decides to have an outing within the next couple of hours.  Some frantic phoning begins where we call whoever happens to cross our minds and whoever can come shows up.

Everyone brings their own chair, drinks and food.  Sometimes we go as far as having a fire, and people bring hotdogs etc.  Usually though, it’s just whatever people happen to drive through on the way.  Oh, and everyone always seems to bring a dessert.  There were 13 of us Saturday and we had three desserts.  Actually, when Pete’s involved, no one really needs to bring anything.  He’ll have enough food, drink and chairs, napkins, garbage bags, plastic silverware, plates and whatever else crosses his mind to take care of the whole town.   

The kids play in the timber and come home muddy, damp and very very tired.

Buster usually has a blast sniffing everything in sight, although he is careful to take breaks to remind everyone how close he is to fading away for lack of food.

I thought for a minute or two about crossing this log:

But I came to my senses before I got halfway across.  Actually it was the camera holding me back.  I wouldn’t mind falling in (well, not that much) but I’d be really irritated if I ruined the camera.