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Post by Doug on May 11, 2012 4:37:40 GMT -6
She had a farm with a few barns yet standing, an old chicken coop still standing. She had a garage full of old stuff along with a very old Ford tractor my dad use to use with a three plow setup to plow two large gardens. We use to follow behind dad gathering up the worms to go fishing at the pond a few yards away from the garden. I loved walking in the garden seeing the melons everywhere along with the sweetcorn from end to end. Those days are far gone as we grow older passing away  but still lives deep down inside my heart. I can still hear the sound of the tractor starting up, and dad hooking the plow up to it, as he drove down the hill with rattling chains getting the garden ready for planting. Every weekend the guys got together as the tube radio played the Tigers game soaking down a few beers in the garage.   |
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Post by njm740 on May 11, 2012 4:55:32 GMT -6
I also remember my grand fathers garden starts along with him plowing up with his home made tractor. There was always a stocked fridge in the basement with heilemans brown bottles. What a great beer, there was always some yeast in the bottom of the bottles.
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Post by Pharmer Phil on May 11, 2012 6:01:45 GMT -6
very nice memories You guys...My Grandparents were very old when I was very small...never got to know them at all  But reading thoughts and memories like this makes me feel warm and fuzzy... My folks raised a garden, almost two lots big...we never had any power equipment...can remember tending that garden...from the time I got home from school till dark some nights reckon thats why my hands fit around a hoe handle so well... a different typa person than I would HATE GARDENING..... But then there's pholks like me...  |
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Post by Doug on May 11, 2012 6:04:43 GMT -6
very nice memories You guys...My Grandparents were very old when I was very small...never got to know them at all But reading thoughts and memories like this makes me feel warm and fuzzy... My folks raised a garden, almost two lots big...we never had any power equipment...can remember tending that garden...from the time I got home from school till dark some nights reckon thats why my hands fit around a hoe handle so well... a different typa person than I would HATE GARDENING..... But then there's pholks like me... |
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Post by nofeargardener on May 12, 2012 6:44:55 GMT -6
I love hearing about stories like this. Thanks for taking the time to share them  My wife grew up on a farm, but I was raised in the suburbs. We did have a garden out back though. My lil kids (7, 5, & 4 yrs) know that its a dream of mine to someday own land and have a farm. They were just talking about it again last night. They kept saying that they'd give me their money out of their banks so i could by some land. Makes me tear up just thinking about it. Lil sweeties  So, I do what I can to live the dream now, right where i am. My youngest (4 yrs) went with me to the seed store yesterday with her pink cowgirl hat (she was a hit). Then, she wanted to come help me plant the beans in the garden. She did a great job too! |
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Post by Doug on May 12, 2012 7:51:27 GMT -6
Sounds like some great kids there, thanks fer sharing  |
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Post by w8in4dave on May 12, 2012 7:53:49 GMT -6
Aweeee sweet memories  My Dads parents were passed when I was born I think I was 3 when I met my mothers mom, then she passed, So I don't have memories of them and I was raised in the city, hubbs was raised right here on this 22 1/2 acre farm, thats why I value his family so much And thats why I want to make memories with my grand children ... come out here and have bon fires and look at the stars spen the night and sleep on the couch, I sleep on the chair so I know where they are |
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Post by Doug on May 12, 2012 7:58:33 GMT -6
I try to make memories with my kids, but they are into high tech devices and stuff like that. maybe one day they will look back and realize the good things they could have been a part of  I would rather be outside in the garden pulling weeds rather than playing video games any day |
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Post by Doug on May 12, 2012 8:00:02 GMT -6
Aweeee sweet memories My Dads parents were passed when I was born I think I was 3 when I met my mothers mom, then she passed, So I don't have memories of them and I was raised in the city, hubbs was raised right here on this 22 1/2 acre farm, thats why I value his family so much And thats why I want to make memories with my grand children ... come out here and have bon fires and look at the stars spen the night and sleep on the couch, I sleep on the chair so I know where they are Nothing better than having a good fire in the fall during harvest season |
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Post by lucy on May 12, 2012 23:10:30 GMT -6
Thanks for sharing these memories. I remember a little of my grandpa, I loved his tobacco barn. I loved going in there to play. He passed when I was 6 yrs old. My other grandpa passed before I was born. But my parents did raise gardens. I too try to make memories with Bub, and he is into all the high tech devices too. But he does like outdoors. I try to teach him to apprec. nature the way Daddy and Mommy taught me. Again, thanks for sharing your memories with us.
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Post by Doug on May 13, 2012 5:54:34 GMT -6
My youngest son came out and dragged a hole few time through the weeds, didn't ask him to do it  He said it was nice outside  |
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Post by Pharmer Phil on May 13, 2012 5:55:57 GMT -6
Aweeee sweet memories My Dads parents were passed when I was born I think I was 3 when I met my mothers mom, then she passed, So I don't have memories of them and I was raised in the city, hubbs was raised right here on this 22 1/2 acre farm, thats why I value his family so much And thats why I want to make memories with my grand children ... come out here and have bon fires and look at the stars spen the night and sleep on the couch, I sleep on the chair so I know where they are Nothing better than having a good fire in the fall during harvest season Ain't dat the truth!! Hey Doug are You anywhere's close to W8in there in Michigan?? |
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Post by Pharmer Phil on May 13, 2012 6:08:27 GMT -6
I love hearing about stories like this. Thanks for taking the time to share them My wife grew up on a farm, but I was raised in the suburbs. We did have a garden out back though. My lil kids (7, 5, & 4 yrs) know that its a dream of mine to someday own land and have a farm. They were just talking about it again last night. They kept saying that they'd give me their money out of their banks so i could by some land. Makes me tear up just thinking about it. Lil sweeties So, I do what I can to live the dream now, right where i am. My youngest (4 yrs) went with me to the seed store yesterday with her pink cowgirl hat (she was a hit). Then, she wanted to come help me plant the beans in the garden. She did a great job too! No offense to anyone...but Ya know...Maybe yer younguns wanna be in the country too Mike! That's so sweet that they offer their cash... I know in times of WOE...when da kids were little... I had sweet offers of help and or money from my lil girls... and that always straightened me out and made me realize what was the most important things I had... I know that I see alot of kids...and the ones that live in the country...seem more alive and happy...just an observation... Seen a BUNCHA happy ones just yesterday... We were standing in the yard... when a big BLACK CADILLAC S-T-R-E-T-C-H LIMO...pulled in  A small.."natural" looking young lady got out... The LIMO...was a GIANT BABY STROLLER..well..kid stroller.. She had 5 bouncing, laughing younguns all contained there in... I just love pholks like that...I could tell...as a family...they had no cash to speak of... the limo... Nice...in good shape... COVERED IN GRAVEL DUST!!! She said they bought it on Craigslist at a bargain... and it served their kid haulin' needs to a T just plain ol Country pholks from down the road... |
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Post by Rita on May 13, 2012 6:12:30 GMT -6
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Post by Doug on May 13, 2012 6:31:51 GMT -6
Nothing better than having a good fire in the fall during harvest season Ain't dat the truth!! Hey Doug are You anywhere's close to W8in there in Michigan?? Don't know Phil  may not be too far away thou, sprinkling here in my area, but not enough ta fill a toilet tank |
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but still lives deep down inside my heart. I can still hear the sound of the tractor starting up, and dad hooking the plow up to it, as he drove down the hill with rattling chains getting the garden ready for planting. Every weekend the guys got together as the tube radio played the Tigers game soaking down a few beers in the garage. 
My Dads parents were passed when I was born I think I was 3 when I met my mothers mom, then she passed, So I don't have memories of them and I was raised in the city, hubbs was raised right here on this 22 1/2 acre farm, thats why I value his family so much 
