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    #11
    Originally posted by blackpowder View Post
    With respect. Just be careful you don't succumb to the childhood rose colored glasses.
    Children of any era did not have the worries or responsibilities of an adult.
    My siblings fall victim to this syndrome when they talk of "farming".
    Could be for sure. But I have my dads income tax returns from that era, and financially things were pretty tickets boo what with 30 dollar an acre inputs.

    But I know what your saying for sure. Wouldnt apply to all situations. I do know I never ever saw my parents stressed. I know my kids sure as heck do see my wife and I stressed.

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      #12
      This is why I still hang around Wienerville.

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        #13
        Oops. And my going on about money in the eighties is part of why my sister vowed never to marry a farmer.
        My Dad's returns sucked LoL
        And tickety- boo? Ya, your out of your gen. Lol
        Anachronists unite lol
        Full disclosure: I'm 55 Lol.
        Last edited by blackpowder; Apr 15, 2020, 00:05.

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          #14
          I used to ride with my dad all the time. Baling in the 4230 tractor. How I curled up on the arm rest to his left while he baled the night away is beyond me. I often would head out with him after supper, fall asleep on that tiny perch,and wake up in my bed in the morning. He somehow got me to my bed and never woke me up. I still bale with that same 4230. Lol

          I also somehow fell asleep on the floor of the old 95 combine. In the dust and the chaff I would settle in for a sleep. In barley, I would be an absolute rashy mess from the dust.

          Before seatbelts I would stand on the seat beside dad and put my hand on his shoulder as he drove. Some things make me be happy to still be alive. Lol
          Last edited by Sheepwheat; Apr 15, 2020, 00:07.

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            #15
            I remember before Sheep was 40 and BTO was hammering him about not getting his crop off. Second guessing himself.
            Welcome to the Wiserhood.

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              #16
              Quit shipping cream in the 70's here but milked cows by hand for long after that.
              1979 first wheat check.
              80's, family worked and worked and never really got far. Good thing I wasn't married then.

              Guess I'm older. Gunsmoke, Bonanza, Bugs Bunny, Red Skelton, Walt Disney, Forest Rangers. Grandpa would watch Don Messer
              Pink Elephant popcorn and a pop. 40 cents? Can't remember. Thrills, Black Cat and Double Bubble bubblegum with the Pud comics inside

              Family just had a half ton to ride around in when we were small. Seat belts?

              I am sure my parents sheltered us from the worries and fears. Thankfully home was a haven.

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                #17
                Many will argue with me about he it happened but I watched areas get cleaned out on the 70s ....friends moved away...then the 80s where there wasn't enough of anything to support transitions of generations. ...


                Government policy or lack thereof pushed the industry to where it is...


                Remember when Canada was the breadbasket of the world....no more our position has been given to the FSU...

                And our system can brag about the records they ship....but it's not keeping pace with production...and there are always excuses as to why it doesn't get fixed...

                Phuck sakes we can't even make our own mask supply with the raw material we have....

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                  #18
                  I think this spring with what is happening in the world had made almost everyone think about life on the farm growing up in simpler times. Or at least they seemed simpler maybe because we were kids. I see my grandkids on the farm and I think they have the same view of today’s farm life as I did when I was a kid, they live like kids should, not being worried about anything as long as their parents are happy and they have a safe, warm place to call home and food to eat.
                  I believe back in “the day” our parents (mine are long since gone) had allot of stresses, maybe different stresses than today but stresses none the less.
                  As parents and grandparents I believe it’s our job to shelter our children from seeing these stresses so someday they can grow up and say “WOW those were the days”.
                  Listening to my kids talk about life on the farm in the 90s I know I did a good job giving them a great childhood, and there was a ton of stress, but I never wanted them to see it as a child!

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                    #19
                    There are two factors that contributed to this rather rapid change and both are artificial: The first is phenomenal growth in government which created good paying, relatively easy, jobs in the city so people moved away for that. The second is related to the first and that is the rise in central banking which suppressed interest rates below the market rate and made capital cheap compared to labor. This promoted rapid expansion in farm size and it also promoted land hoarding by the elderly. Now there was no opportunity in rural area for the young as well. Fast forward to today and government can no longer afford the workforce that it has so that will correct the first problem making a lot of labor once again available. A rise in the rate of interest as long as it doesn't go very high rapidly will promote "right sizing" among the larger agricultural players which could make opportunities available in rural areas again.

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                      #20
                      I am sure my parents sheltered us from the worries and fears. Thankfully home was a haven.[/QUOTE]

                      80’s were lentil years, droughts every even year, high prices every odd. We walked away from CWB, never sold a bushel to them ever again. 90’s, no matter how you pencilled, we couldn’t make positive margin. But our home and farm were our castles. From life we took refuge there, kids learned to build and fix and tinker, make rail riders, dune buggies, hatch pheasants, quail, chuckers, killer roosters. (These chuckers were good guys. )😂 Today, when we have a city kid around us (even some farm kids) they can’t use a measuring tape.
                      Yung uns- take time to teach them everything you know and more. Free time now.

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