tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253353.post5975048389711824454..comments2024-03-28T18:25:14.205-04:00Comments on The Adventures of Travel Penguin: The Way We Were Wednesday Travelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07787024407420088973noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253353.post-68229495326322615982018-08-15T09:39:16.220-04:002018-08-15T09:39:16.220-04:00My mother grew up on a dairy farm in eastern Ohio....My mother grew up on a dairy farm in eastern Ohio. We spent part of every summer there and most Thanksgivings. My grandpa would put me on a cow while he milked her! <br />It was an idyllic time for me, but I know that the farm success was always precarious. After those interested in farming died off, my aunt (now in her late 80s) leased out the land to an area farmer who farmed it for hay and other crops. I haven't been back since the last 1970s.BethB from Indianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15294626495777153996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253353.post-61583123291495470732018-08-15T09:27:41.970-04:002018-08-15T09:27:41.970-04:00The closest I've ever come was a petting zoo. ...The closest I've ever come was a petting zoo. Farms, in my mind, were scary places. My great grandfather had one, so my mother said. She used to visit as a kid, and after watching the slaughtering of a couple of chickens, she swore off of eating them for a long time. All of our beloved dogs who disappeared were sent to live on "farms". The neighborhood grocer, when I was five, Kept telling me he was going to take me to live with him on his farm. I was terrified that at least my mother would let him! <br />Wow, this post has opened up some lost memories! Now, a farm sounds nice, if it didn't have a well or septic tank. There's only so much I can handle.Deedleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17220174067034720943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253353.post-11058528226719359952018-08-15T06:42:49.684-04:002018-08-15T06:42:49.684-04:00I picked blueberries and strawberries a few times ...I picked blueberries and strawberries a few times and that,was it.Mistress Maddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098940220513091207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253353.post-75554453280874825912018-08-15T04:04:16.632-04:002018-08-15T04:04:16.632-04:00Never did. But many in Jerry's family were cro...Never did. But many in Jerry's family were crop farmers. He tells stories about his father and grandfather "watching the weather" in despair. It's not an easy life.Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253353.post-55816774654434878272018-08-15T01:55:49.756-04:002018-08-15T01:55:49.756-04:00nope, I have never known anyone who had/lived a fa...nope, I have never known anyone who had/lived a farm. now I have a few blogger friends that do!anne marie in phillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11765140782182605141noreply@blogger.com