Fall Freeze Takes Toll on Western Kansas Soybeans

Patriot AKA Bozo wrote:

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As one old-timer to another, it is good to have you post here. We represent a generation whose history is pretty well lost on the present generation. I guess that we are the last of the independent rural generation. Every family was a unit and had their own philosophies. As long as people were honest and took care of their own without infringing on others, they were accepted as they were. We did not need to be like everyone else and wear the latest fashions or listen to the same news clowns. We were truly our own selves. It wasn't all about money. It was about getting on with life. As long as you had your basic needs met there was no push to climb to the top on the backs of others. You simply harvested the crops, fed the livestock, fixed the fence or whatever else had to be done. When the work was done, you were able to enjoy your neighbors or simply relax and rest with a clean conscious. There were hardships but it was a good clean life.

Remember this thread? It was a good one.

All this talk about food and farming and dirt made me think of this. See how you like it Patriot:

http://www.youtube.com/watch...

Marie wrote:

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Remember this thread? It was a good one.
All this talk about food and farming and dirt made me think of this. See how you like it Patriot:
http://www.youtube.com/watch...

Dirt that you can wash off is good dirt. I had a little trouble understanding the words but got most of it. I still like to plant a garden and work in the dirt.

Patriot AKA Bozo wrote:

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Dirt that you can wash off is good dirt. I had a little trouble understanding the words but got most of it. I still like to plant a garden and work in the dirt.

Did you ever see "O Brother How Art Thou? These two provided some of the music for the film. Here's the lyrics.

All the girls all dance with the boys from the city,
And they don't care to dance with me.
Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy,
And the red clay stains my feet.

And it's under my nails and it's under my collar,
And it shows on my Sunday clothes.
Though I do my best with the soap and the water,
But the damned old dirt won't go.

But when I pass through the pearly gate,
Will my gown be gold instead?
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings,
And a red clay halo for my head?

Now it's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer,
When it blows in a crimson tide.
Until trees and leaves and the cows are the colour,
Of the dirt on the mountainside.

But when I pass through the pearly gate,
Will my gown be gold instead?
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings,
And a red clay halo for my head?

Now Jordan's banks they're red and muddy,
And the rolling water is wide.
But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy,
When I get to the other side.

And when I pass through the pearly gate,
Will my gown be gold instead?
Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings,
And a red clay halo for my head?

I'll take the red clay robe with the red clay wings,
And a red clay halo for my head.

Old Timer wrote:

Hello everyone. I am quite surprised by the number of responses that my post has received. Thank you all for answering, your kindness and interest in what I think and have to say is very gratifying for a person of my age. By the way I turned 76 on January 7th of this year. Like the old saying goes,“If I would have known that I would have lived this long I would have taken better care of myself”.....

Well, old timer, you are a little older than I, but I identify with a lot of what you wrote. I went to six different one room schools, no indoor plumbing in all but one. I had to walk to school every day. The furthest was 2 1/2 miles and one was about 200 yards! The generations today have no concept of what life was like in those days. It was a lot simpler but we had our own set of problems. If we could take some of our technology with us, I would like to go back.

I remember the trips to the little house out back in the winter...brr. We took a bath at least once a week. When you had to carry it in from the windmill pump and heat it in the reservoir on the wood cook stove, you didn't waste much water. Remember how the handles rattled on the old galvanized tub? We finally got a refrigerator when I was in the third grade. NO electricity so it worked on kerosene. Beat the heck out of the old icebox.

I had the same teacher in the first and the eighth grade. Different schools, however. She was never married and was quite a woman. She drove a '36 Ford and one day she had a flat tire. She got a big chunk of stove wood(the school was heated with wood and coal)and told me to put it under the axle. She grabbed the bumper and raised the car while I placed the wood. Needless to say, we didn't give her much trouble.

I remember the concern about WWII and the fear that everyone had, the polio scare (my brother had polio), and later the atomic bomb drills. It was a lot more scary than current events are as I see it.
I really miss those rural folks that I grew up with. As far as I am concerned, they were a lot more valuable than a big screen TV or any other gizmo that folks gotta have.

I wish more of Topix were like this thread . . .

Old Timer wrote:

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I hesitate to continue to post to this thread…I’m afraid that the younger people reading this will think that you and I are so old that our brains have petrified. In fact, maybe mine has!!
A couple of things that you wrote about really struck home and I thought I would share my experiences.
It has been years since I’ve thought about the water reservoir on the wood cook stove.
My brother Tom was very interested in science. So much so that he would study various small creatures that he captured around the home place.
One spring when he was about ten years old he became fascinated with tadpoles. I guess he got tired of going down to the pond and catching them so he decided that it would be more convenient if he “stored” them a little closer to home.
You guessed it; he put them in the water reservoir on the wood stove! When Mother discovered them,(after she almost died of apoplexy) it was made very clear to Tommy that the water reservoir was not a proper place for him to house his critters!
Today Tommy is a doctor of biology at the University of Idaho.
The other subject you mentioned was walking to school. We walked 1-½ miles (one way) to school, in all kinds of weather from the first grade through the eighth. We didn’t mind it and those walks served to toughen us up pretty good. That served my two older brothers and myself very well in Korea.
That’s all I’ve got. It’s good to hear from you.

Right on the petrified brains, but I'll bet that we could teach these young whippersnappers a thing or two! We tried to tell them to save their money and pay for things before they brought them home. I guess that a few have learned that lesson now.

Tadpoles in the reservoir, now that is funny! Anyhow, since your brother is a doctor of biology, it must have been ok.

We walked home from school, the 2 1/2 mile distant one, after it had snowed over six inches and blew up in drifts. I walked ahead of my sister and fell into the trench silo and went in over my head. No idea where it was since the snow filled it up. My sister was mad at me and wouldn't help me out. I was able to climb up the side, barely, and get out. I really did enjoy walking in the snow....most of the time. It seems a different world when you walk in the woods after, or during, a snow.

I was a little young for Korea, the forgotten war. My brother in-law went and his stories painted a pretty harsh picture. Good to hear from you, also. If you reflect a little, we have possibly seen more changes than any generation before or after. While a lot of things have changed, human nature has changed little. The biggest change in human nature that I see is a result of the availability of the media to bring groups together. Sometimes that is good and sometimes, not. I think there is more meanness today than I have seen before.

Old Timer wrote:

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I hesitate to continue to post to this thread…I’m afraid that the younger people reading this will think that you and I are so old that our brains have petrified. In fact, maybe mine has!!
A couple of things that you wrote about really struck home and I thought I would share my experiences.
It has been years since I’ve thought about the water reservoir on the wood cook stove.
My brother Tom was very interested in science. So much so that he would study various small creatures that he captured around the home place.
One spring when he was about ten years old he became fascinated with tadpoles.

Well I'm no longer young, about 20 years younger than you two, and I have to say that I have really enjoyed both of your posts. My parents were just a bit older than the two of you, but were raised in similar circumstances. i myself group up in the suburbs that sprung up everywhere after WWII. We lived fairly modestly, given my parents experience growing up in the Depression. I was spoiled by that standard - spoiled but not rotten I like to think. HA. We visited my grandparents in their small rural towns and I was fascinated by their lives and surroundings - so much so that I sought out similar ones as an adult. I lived w/out running water and used an outhouse [which my mother HATED in her child- and young adulthood]. I had a high class chamber pot for the winter [my Dad called it a ThunderMug], or a scrap of carpet that hung on the back porch door to take with me out back. I had a large old gas stove, but had a beautiful retstored Round Oak Duplex woodstove in the center of the house. And I kept an old teapot on top [it had burners built in] to help with the humidity .

I also remember collecting tadpoles in the spring as a child. There were areas near our school that flooded with the spring rains, and there were tadpoles aplenty there. Dad let me bring them home and keep them in an old pail or tub in the carport. I'd check them each morning, and it was a thrill to see their little legs start sprouting. I don't remember any surviving to froghood - or maybe they just hopped out in the nite.

Anyway - KEEP POSTING !! ;D
It's really refreshing compared to most of what goes on here...

GCdude wrote:

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I hope you two old freaks are enjoying your love fest. Are you gay or what? Here's a couple of words for you...NOBODY CARES!!!!!!!!!
As for "Old Timer"...you have lived past your TIME!!! You are absolutely clueless!!! You are an imbecile!!! Yeah, you act all nicey, nicey but I bet given the chance you would screw a street bum out of his last bottle of vino!!
You don't know how sick I get of people like two decrepit nuts. Nobody cares about how things used to be, this is 2010 NOT 1952 or whatever time warp you dudes are on.
Hey, I've got an idea for you, why don't you idiots take a handful of ludes or something and really get into talking about "the day". But do it in private or something..I and the rest of the people on Topix want to talk about sniffing farts and cramming stuff up our ass and pickle parks and stuff like that.
GET A LIFE WEIRDOS!!!

I am really glad that you younger folks pay in that Social Security so I can live the life of Riley. Keep those SS checks coming! That is if you can keep a job.

GCdude wrote:

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I hope you two old freaks are enjoying your love fest. Are you gay or what? Here's a couple of words for you...NOBODY CARES!!!!!!!!!
As for "Old Timer"...you have lived past your TIME!!! You are absolutely clueless!!! You are an imbecile!!! Yeah, you act all nicey, nicey but I bet given the chance you would screw a street bum out of his last bottle of vino!!
You don't know how sick I get of people like two decrepit nuts. Nobody cares about how things used to be, this is 2010 NOT 1952 or whatever time warp you dudes are on.
Hey, I've got an idea for you, why don't you idiots take a handful of ludes or something and really get into talking about "the day". But do it in private or something..I and the rest of the people on Topix want to talk about sniffing farts and cramming stuff up our ass and pickle parks and stuff like that.
GET A LIFE WEIRDOS!!!

There's thousands of threads on Topix. Go find one that you are interested in.

Patriot AKA Bozo wrote:

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I am really glad that you younger folks pay in that Social Security so I can live the life of Riley. Keep those SS checks coming! That is if you can keep a job.

Ahhhhhhhhh - that's a GOOD one !!!
heh heh ;D

Marie,

I have had some pretty good soybean chili.

I imagine a stay at Shawnee Mission Hospital is going to increase. Half of everything they serve to patients is made from soybeans.

itsME wrote:

Marie,
I have had some pretty good soybean chili.
I imagine a stay at Shawnee Mission Hospital is going to increase. Half of everything they serve to patients is made from soybeans.

I like my chili with a mixture of red and black beans. Sometimes I even throw in some garbanzos. Black beans have an enzyme in them that allows you to digest them without becoming so musical.
;D

GCdude wrote:

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I hope you two old freaks are enjoying your love fest. Are you gay or what? Here's a couple of words for you...NOBODY CARES!!!!!!!!!
As for "Old Timer"...you have lived past your TIME!!! You are absolutely clueless!!! You are an imbecile!!! Yeah, you act all nicey, nicey but I bet given the chance you would screw a street bum out of his last bottle of vino!!
You don't know how sick I get of people like two decrepit nuts. Nobody cares about how things used to be, this is 2010 NOT 1952 or whatever time warp you dudes are on.
Hey, I've got an idea for you, why don't you idiots take a handful of ludes or something and really get into talking about "the day". But do it in private or something..I and the rest of the people on Topix want to talk about sniffing farts and cramming stuff up our ass and pickle parks and stuff like that.
GET A LIFE WEIRDOS!!!

Tell ya what, GCDud, if the economy really takes a turn for the bad, lets see who's still standing at the end; us old freaks or you. We're survivors and you're just a taker.