I grew up, partially, on my grandparents small, family farm. They had about 300 acres which was perfect for a little cash cropping. They grew corn and wheat for bigger companies.
It was fun to help out in the spring and summer time. I'd go out into the field with my grandpa and pick stones. You pick stones before you plow the land, so that they machines and turbines don't hit a rock and break a blade. It's not glamorous, but it is very important. After that, I'd sit on my grandpa's lap as he drove.
When I got older, he taught me how to drive a tractor, and I was able to plow the land. You plow the land to turn up the soil to get it ready to plant the seeds. After plowing, you take a seeder out and make the rounds again. It's tedious and slow work, but the reward is full fields of crops and money in your pockets!
They didn't have any farm animals on their small farm. They told me that when my mom was growing up, they raised some sheep, but that was about it. It was too much of a hassle.
My mom and her brother sold the farm after my grandparents passed. Farming is a tough business and it's not for us.
They had a traditional red barn.
Seeding a field.
Someone plowing their fields.
Cutting down wheat fields.
They used to have sheep.
This is basically what you do.
“It was fun to help out in the spring and summer time.”
Not me, but what I looked like!
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