Farm Life in the 1950s

There was a time when life was a lot different and a lot simpler. Growing up
on a farm in the 50’s and early 60’s,we didn’t have all the modern
conveniences of today.
We may not have had all the comforts of life, but we did have something
that is missing today. We had neighbors that actually talked to each
other and helped when times were tough. We shared tools with our
neighbors and when our  farm was sold in 1963,we had shared the tools
for so long, we didn’t know who some of the tools actually belonged to. Three
days after Christmas in 1950, our house caught fire and suffered so
much damage it couldn’t be lived in. Insurance was unheard of in those
days ,so all the neighbors joined in , tore down what remained of the
old house, and built us a new one, all of this during one of the coldest

Indiana winters ever.

We were taught to be self reliant, at the beginning of my junior year in
high school, my dad suffered a back injury and was bed fast for  over a
year. We never asked for help, instead my seven year old brother and I
pitched in and did all the farm work , milking 30 head of cows twice a
day and doing all the other necessary work to sustain the family.
The following spring,dad was still disabled, so I put out all the crops
including hauling manure, plowing , tilling the soil and planting the
corn and soybeans. The farm was too small to sustain our cattle, our
pastures resembled a pool table, hence we were buying feed for them,
because of all the economic problems , it was becoming harder and harder
to purchase dinner for the cattle.


We had decided to get out of the farming business and the day we ran out
of feed for the cattle, the cattle  were sold in the afternoon. Divine
Providence.


Everything always works out for the best.Soon dad’s injuries healed, and he got a job in town , the farm was sold the next year.


I really didn’t mind, in fact it was a challenge, I was only glad to be
able to help my parents who never had an easy life, it was my way of
paying them back for all they had done for my brother and myself.

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I will always appreciate my childhood days, living on the farm was the best.

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 Gary has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature,landscapes and studying native cultures.Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt,the Canary Islands,much of the Caribbean. He has studied  the Mayan Cultures in Central America, and the Australian Aboriginal way of life.Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!

He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.

For more information and a link to his hard cover and Ebooks,and contact information: please check his website.www.commonsensejourneys.com

 

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Remembering a simpler time, a time when neighbor knew neighbor and people helped each other.

 

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