A friend of mine lives on a ranch, and was able to share a beautiful moment with her grandchild soon after Panda gave birth to a calf. Precious memories in the making.
Witness To New Life
Tag: Farming
Bills Are Rising, And So Is My Mailbox
This Little Fork, Minnesota farmer was tired of state road plows burying his mailbox beneath 10 foot drifts. So he used his noggin and attached the mailbox to a log boom, resembling an old-fashioned well sweep.
“Kerbey, what’s a well sweep?” you may be asking.
Per http://galleryatwellsweep.com,
A well sweep is a device used to bring water up from a well. The term “sweep” refers to the long pole which is lowered until the bucket on the end goes down into the well and fills with water. Because the pole is anchored in the middle on another pole, creating a fulcrum, it can be counter balanced, thus making it easy to raise the pole, and lift the bucket from the well.
And never confuse a fulcrum with a philtrum–that groove above your lip that Millennials pierce.
Mad About Milk
The milk isn’t sour, but the looks on these lasses sure are. The middle makes the picture. A bearded geezer and a man hoofing a canister. Love it! AJ Earp took this pic in 1905 at the Cliff Owen dairy farm in Winchester, Kentucky. The milk was probably raw and definitely whole. I don’t trust folks who drink skim.
The Woman At The Well
Lyda Benton of Ringgold, Georgia (whose CURRENT population is just over 3500) ladles some wellwater to her brother, who won the state’s Outstanding 4-H Boy title–and consequently, that shiny tractor upon which he happily sits.
Farmgirls Gotta Farm
This Nebraska teen may know how to drive a tractor, but she certainly doesn’t know how to don sunglasses or a ballcap to keep that dreadful sun out of her eyes. Let’s hope she applied some Bain De Soleil for the St. Tropez tan…
Breed Your Own Foghorn Leghorn
These are the last of the salvaged Progressive Farmer ads, and two of the only color ones in the otherwise dull beige magazine. It sure enough does catch the eye. The girl with the twinkle in her eye, the baby chicks, Mom’s head-to-toe modern ensemble–not worn by any farmer’s wife, I can assure you. Here’s the whole thing:
As I don’t often ever come across the word “leghorn” in my daily life, I was reminded of Foghorn Leghorn, the Warner Bros chicken from back in the day.
Also in the magazine, in the same brilliant color, was another ad for raising chicks, with a view of the “brooder room.”
At first I thought indignantly, “Well, it wasn’t cage-free 75 years ago either!” but then I realized you have to provide clean, dry, comfortable quarters for birds throughout the year and not let them roam about to be stolen by wily foxes.
So there you have it, folks: the last of the farming ads of 1939. And remember–chickens were waaaaaay smaller (and healthier) then. See for yourself.
More Ads From The Now Dead 1939 Progressive Farmer
I was able to salvage a few ads from The Progressive Farmer before I chunked it yesterday. These were too cute to pass up.
Those are some nice curves, if I do say so myself. I can almost hear her saying, “Toodles!”
And check out his curves as he arches into fresh running water.
It IS important to have plenty of water in your barnyard and outbuildings.
It’s also important to have the “same refrigeration that a million city folks now enjoy,” according to this ad for a kerosene fridge. What the what? Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Peace Out
Oh, you guys, I just hate it when my old magazines get too brittle and crumbly to keep. Such is the case with my February 1939 The Progressive Farmer. So I post this ad from it before it hits the trashcan, and part of it will live forever.
Vintage Scenes From Kansas, Part II
Welcome back to vintage Kansas! Here, a cute pinafored threesome pose in front of non-GMO corn.
And below, you see a couple who were clearly fruitful and multiplied.
Not even a delicious fruit-filled cellar could make up for the treeless flatland of this barren landscape.
But I still applaud Mrs. Schoenfeldt for her efforts.
Log Surfing
