The ‘Good’ Old Days, or Were They?

plow1930sWe often talk here about ‘The Good Old Days’ but you know, for those of us who have been around a few years, we often look back through our rose tinted rear view mirrors. In many ways, things are much better than they ever have been.

I’m an electrician, mostly. I can hold my own in a few other trades, mostly those that serve farmers, what we usually call millwrights. These are the guys that put together the grain (and occasionally livestock) handling equipment used in agriculture today. It’s come a long way in my lifetime, from storing ear corn in a crib to dumping wet corn in a pit and automatically storing (and maintaining) corn at about 14% moisture until the market is right.

It’s always good to talk about farming because for almost all of us, our ancestor’s were farmers, some here and some like mine in other countries (Norway, in my case). But my family came here in the late nineteenth century and got in on a small scale bit of the Bonanza farms up in northwest Minnesota and eastern North Dakota. That land, the old bed of lake Agassiz) was so flat that you could see a water tower about forty miles away.

This came up because I ran across a post (actually a series) from Tales of a Kansas Farm Mom, where she talks about the changes in farming. The link above takes you to the series from her label #TBT for Throwback Thursday, I think. The articles are all excellent, and will explain a lot about how our farmers feed the world, and how it has changed.

The article I want to highlight today is called The Changing Face of Farming, and like reading Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations, it will give you good insight on why and how specialization occurs.

So learn and enjoy, I think you should subscribe yourself but don’t be surprised if I feature her here every once in a while as well!

200 years ago my family was farming, but the farm looked much different from our family farm today.

Chickens scoured the yards and fields for something to eat and when a chicken was needed for dinner one was butchered.

A milk cow grazed the pasture during the day and was milked both morning and night to provide milk and butter for the family.

Pigs wallowed in mud outside the barn and provided pork, bacon and lard to cook with.

My great-great grandfather worked in the fields of Illinois raising crops to feed and sell to make a living for his family.

My ancestors did their own banking…in a mason jar in the back yard.

They did their own milling of their wheat and oats for flour on the table.

They did their own taxes, made their own clothes, probably built their own house,

Over the years our family farm has evolved.  In the early 1900’s my family moved to Kansas.  Somewhere along the line someone decided they were tired of milking a cow two times every day and that one of my farm mom’s before me could buy the milk and probably it was delivered to their doorstep. 

Chickens are not found on our farm today.  The coyotes and raccoons really like the taste of them.  I am guessing my ancestors also found it hard to keep a small flock of chickens.  Neighbors could raise bigger groups in open barns even back in the 1950’s.  The butchering process is often messy (I have heard and not witnessed).  It was easier to have the neighbor with all the right equipment take care of that job, so time could be freed up to go to the lake.

My family from my great grandfather to my father all raised pigs outside on dirt and in the weather.  Pigs were never my favorite.  I remember watching my dad’s fingernail grow back oh so slowly after a pig bit it off.  It is much easier to go to the store to buy the cuts of pork I do wish to eat when I want pork.

My farmer ancestors before me probably did their own taxes.  Today, things are so complicated that I am thankful for an accountant to take care of those matters for me.

My grandmothers made most of the clothes my mom and aunts wore growing up.  I have a quilt that used the scraps of those dresses and I used to love it when they would sit around and point at the patches telling me whose dress that was and how old they remember they were when they wore it.  I am guessing that your family history is much the same.  You may have to go back a few more generations than I did, but at one point in your family’s history it is highly likely that your family had a farmer.

Farms today did not become bigger overnight.  It has been an evolution since the beginning of farming.  Michael is better at growing pigs than Raymond.  Raymond doesn’t like growing pigs so sells the family farm and moves to town.  Michael raises a few more pigs to make up for the ones that Raymond no longer grows.  Raymond follows his dream of being an accountant.

Keep reading The Changing Face of Farming, and do follow the other link and subscribe. It’s good stuff.

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9 Responses to The ‘Good’ Old Days, or Were They?

  1. the unit says:

    Oh yeah they were. My grandparents were so old by the time I met them that I never saw a mule or horse as they had moved to town. Grandma had a plow with a wheel in front she used in back yard, and she had what looked like to me, a little tyke, the whole Midwest farm land growing produce. And corn…grandma could have delivered all the ethanol big oil needed and was prescribe by law to use. Well, it was all far taller than me. 🙂

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    • NEO says:

      High as an elephant’s eye, they say. Actually out here it get 11-12 feet tall- we had one field where it knocked a pivot over-well it was a pretty steep slope but still. 🙂

      But as I’ve said before ,60 Bu/Acre when I was a kid and now 200+, quite a change.

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  3. the unit says:

    I mostly remember that hot buttered(home churned) corn on the cob. And a slab of fried side meat. And biscuits and…really… cooked on and in cast iron stove/oven in grandma’s kitchen with coal fuel When I splurge at the grocery and ignore my doctor I pick up, cook and eat slices of fried side meat. Well, I in spite of the techies…proclaiming I could live to 200 and they’ll 3 D print my heart and gut for replacement. I know they never tasted it so good. 🙂

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  4. pushinback says:

    I am not that old, only early 60’s, but I grew up in a remote agricultural area. I remember the neighbours shared implements (people didn’t go into debt lightly in those days so shared) and worked together doing chores as bringing in hay and grain. It was a time boys like myself helped out and were treated as equals in the field if you worked hard. We would start early and stop at noon. The wives would have a big spread of food on large tables set up under a large shady maple, so we could get out of the sun at the hottest part of the day.

    Those were wonderful times. I lament that we do not know how to work together like that any more. For me, I did learn the lesson, and I work in the community trying to make a better world.

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    • the unit says:

      Yep on Saturday afternoon the wagons with wood wheels lined Main Street with produce to pick choose from and buy (rubber wheels rationed) It was a small MS north central town with a train coming through New Orleans to Chicago. I think Sunset Limited was the name. Wagons with produce on street between stores and tracks.
      It was commerce, folks needing something to eat getting something to eat, no KKK or Polar Bear BS. And there were real black citizens on many wagons to trade with. Not half arab and mucus white you know what.

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    • NEO says:

      All that you say!


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  6. the unit says:

    My daughter’s RN diploma came in the mail today. Being a bit older than most of classmates, a bit anti-social, and a big bit cautious, she shunned the line and on stage receiving of the diploma couple of weeks ago.
    So now just waiting for notification about testing center where she will do the nursing exam for licensure and then go to work, somewhere I guess.
    In the meantime right now, liken in olden days she out pickin’ blackberries to make old dad, who paid for it, a blackberry cobbler, like Mama used to make. I splained to her it was deep dish pie, juicy, dumplins and crust , and so much sugar you could crunch it in your teeth. I probably haven’t had such in 60 years. Can’t wait. Even better than waiting for Obama and the Clintons to be gone.
    Great anticipation. 🙂

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