We have a lot to chew on in this episode. As the rhythmic click, click, click of the planter echoes in the background. Your tobacco allotment required lots of hard work by hand. Transplanting, hoeing and topping were only the beginning, as this “tubby” crop was truly a family affair!

By mid-June that steady planter clicking could lull you into a trance. And for the next 60 days the tobacco required constant attention right in the thick of the busiest season. For many farmers it was known as the “mortgage lifter” during the baby boomer years.

We have a lot to chew on in this episode. As the rhythmic click, click, click of the planter echoes in the background. Your tobacco allotment required lots of hard work by hand. Transplanting, hoeing and topping were only the beginning, as this &ldquo;tubby&rdquo; crop was truly a family affair!
By mid-June that steady planter clicking could lull you into a trance. And for&nbsp;the next 60 days the tobacco required constant attention right in the thick of&nbsp;the busiest season. For many farmers it was known as the &ldquo;mortgage lifter&rdquo;&nbsp;during the baby boomer years.

Tobacco,  Part 1

What was the color of your favorite farm tractor? Red, orange, green, yellow or blue…who knew the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was hooked up to a tractor! Was the first tractor you drove a letter – B, C or H – or a number 50, 60 or 300?

Horsepower was key as the 4 wheels replaced the 4 legs of your horse on the farm. Let’s dust off the as we fire up your memories of farm tractors during the baby boomer years. Time to get the podcast rolling and don’t pop the clutch!

What was the color of your favorite farm tractor? Red, orange, green, yellow or blue&hellip;who knew the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was hooked up to a tractor! Was the first tractor you drove a letter &ndash; B, C or H &ndash; or a number 50, 60 or 300?
Horsepower was key as the 4 wheels replaced the 4 legs of your horse on the farm. Let&rsquo;s dust off the as we fire up your memories of farm&nbsp;tractors during the baby boomer years. Time to get the podcast rolling and&nbsp;don&rsquo;t pop the clutch!

Farm Tractors

The oil is boiling as Mom slides the donuts into their 375 degree bath. The smell of baking bread drifts upstairs pulling you out of bed. But DON’T JUMP around the oven as you race into the kitchen or the bread will…! We’re back with a couple more courses along with a few desserts.

Mounds of mashed potatoes and gravy in TV dinners and from our gardens were devoured as we watched the Waltons and Green Acres. Shake ‘n Bake chicken, hotcakes/pancakes and banana flips are on the menu as we heat up leftovers. Grab your spoon and dig in but don’t forget the butter…lots of butter!

The oil is boiling as Mom slides the donuts into their 375 degree&nbsp;bath. The smell of baking bread drifts upstairs pulling you out of&nbsp;bed. But DON&rsquo;T JUMP around the oven as you race into the&nbsp;kitchen or the bread will&hellip;! We&rsquo;re back with a couple more&nbsp;courses along with a few desserts.
Mounds of mashed potatoes and gravy in TV dinners and from&nbsp;our gardens were devoured as we watched the Waltons and&nbsp;Green Acres. Shake &lsquo;n Bake chicken, hotcakes/pancakes and&nbsp;banana flips are on the menu as we heat up leftovers. Grab your&nbsp;spoon and dig in but don&rsquo;t forget the butter&hellip;lots of butter!

 Farm Foods, Part 2

Pickled herring and pickled pigs feet, stuff of nightmares or tasty treats. Watermelon chilled all day in the tank. Hot sweet corn slathered with butter fresh from the field. Meat and potatoes seven days a week. We’re diving in teeth first recalling the food that made us who we are today.

Pour a cup of coffee or grab a glass of milk. We have sandwiches with cheese, bologna or weisswurst. Chicken noodle soup for what ails you - homemade or from a can. The dinner bell is ringing and the table has been set. Time to sit, pray and eat before it gets cold!

Pickled herring and pickled pigs feet, stuff of nightmares or tasty treats.&nbsp;Watermelon chilled all day in the tank. Hot sweet corn slathered with butter&nbsp;fresh from the field. Meat and potatoes seven days a week. We&rsquo;re diving in&nbsp;teeth first recalling the food that made us who we are today.
Pour a cup of coffee or grab a glass of milk. We have sandwiches with&nbsp;cheese, bologna or weisswurst. Chicken noodle soup for what ails you -&nbsp;homemade or from a can. The dinner bell is ringing and the table has been&nbsp;set. Time to sit, pray and eat before it gets cold!

Farm Foods, Part 1

Where’s the beef… and why should you care? Welcome to Farm Sayings II: The Idioms Return! Ham and eggs taught us the difference between commitment and involvement. We’re digging further into the barnyard lexicon and trust us it’s no wild goose chase! We are committed to having a good time with this podcast!

Definitely not trying to ruffle any feathers as we attempt to stay out of the doghouse! Join our totally unofficial campaign to add a required semester of “Green Acres: Back to Basics” for graduating seniors. So, whether you sweat like a pig or are as cool as a cucumber, saddle up and enjoy the ride!

Where&rsquo;s the beef&hellip; and why should you care? Welcome to Farm Sayings II: The Idioms Return! Ham and eggs taught us the difference between commitment and involvement. We&rsquo;re digging further into the barnyard&nbsp;lexicon and trust us it&rsquo;s no wild goose chase! We are committed to having a&nbsp;good time with this podcast!
Definitely not trying to ruffle any feathers as we attempt to stay out of the&nbsp;doghouse! Join our totally unofficial campaign to add a required semester&nbsp;of &ldquo;Green Acres: Back to Basics&rdquo; for graduating seniors. So, whether you sweat like a pig or are as cool as a cucumber, saddle up and enjoy the ride!

 Farm Sayings,  Part 2

You didn’t care that the official paint since 1939 for your bus was “National School Bus Glossy Yellow”. That bus was already around the corner, and you were late! You grabbed your new notebooks, #2 pencils and crayons and shouted “good bye” to Mom as you slammed the kitchen door.

 

The bus driver (usually a neighbor) was backing up the hill with red lights flashing as your new tennis shoes kicked up puffs of dust on the driveway gravel. The doors swung open, you flew up the steps and slid into your seat. Your bus started rolling toward a new teacher, a new class and a new
year!

You didn&rsquo;t care that the official paint since 1939 for your bus was &ldquo;National&nbsp;School Bus Glossy Yellow&rdquo;. That bus was already around the corner, and you were late! You grabbed your new notebooks, #2 pencils and crayons&nbsp;and shouted &ldquo;good bye&rdquo; to Mom as you slammed the kitchen door.
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The bus driver (usually a neighbor) was backing up the hill with red lights&nbsp;flashing as your new tennis shoes kicked up puffs of dust on the driveway&nbsp;gravel. The doors swung open, you flew up the steps and slid into your&nbsp;seat. Your bus started rolling toward a new teacher, a new class and a new year!

 Back to School 

Temps in the 90’s, humidity and sweat soaked your shirt. The evening chores finally done. You step out of the barn into a Summer Evening Symphony created by birds, bugs and gentle southerly “wood” winds. During the baby boomer years, we used front porches, root beer floats and box fans to temper the summer solstice.

 

Grab your favorite ice cream treat and join us as we relive nighttime bike rides, station wagon drives and life before AC. Get ready to enjoy the stars on the drive-in movie screen, the starlit skies on the really big screen, and the magic of those rural summer nights!!

 

Photo Credit: Karen Fischer

Temps in the 90&rsquo;s, humidity and sweat soaked your shirt. The evening&nbsp;chores finally done. You step out of the barn into a Summer Evening&nbsp;Symphony created by birds, bugs and gentle southerly &ldquo;wood&rdquo; winds.&nbsp;During the baby boomer years, we used front porches, root beer floats and box fans to temper the summer solstice.
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Grab your favorite ice cream treat and join us as we relive nighttime bike&nbsp;rides, station wagon drives and life before AC. Get ready to enjoy the stars&nbsp;on the drive-in movie screen, the starlit skies on the really big screen, and&nbsp;the magic of those rural summer nights!!
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Photo Credit: Karen Fischer

Summer Nights On the Farm 

So hot you can hear the corn grow…living high on the hog, and party till the cows come home – then party with the cows! These farm sayings and so many more have been with us since childhood. Some with obvious meanings while others may require some thought.

 

Grab a cool glass of your favorite beverage and kick off your shoes as we take you back to sayings that have been around since Hector was a pup! We’re not going to pull the wool over your eyes but some of them are rarer than hen’s teeth…HONEST!

So hot you can hear the corn grow&hellip;living high on the hog, and party till the&nbsp;cows come home &ndash; then party with the cows! These farm sayings and so&nbsp;many more have been with us since childhood. Some with obvious&nbsp;meanings while others may require some thought.
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Grab a cool glass of your favorite beverage and kick off your shoes as we&nbsp;take you back to sayings that have been around since Hector was a pup!&nbsp;We&rsquo;re not going to pull the wool over your eyes but some of them are rarer&nbsp;than hen&rsquo;s teeth&hellip;HONEST!

 Farm Sayings 

Neighbors gather as the behemoth slowly emerges from the shed. The earth shakes
and gravel crunches under steel wheels as it rolls into position. Shocks of oats stand
mutely in the field unable to move as they await their fate.


The belts tighten, bearings and sprockets start to spin faster and faster as the machine
roars to life. Bundles of oats are delivered heads up, and then devoured by the gathering teeth!


The straw pile grows as oats are bagged and bound. Tables are overloaded with food
and second helpings of pie and ice cream are encouraged – “ Thrashing” season has arrived!

Neighbors gather as the behemoth slowly emerges from the shed. The earth shakes and gravel crunches under steel wheels as it rolls into position. Shocks of oats stand mutely in the field unable to move as they await their fate.
 The belts tighten, bearings and sprockets start to spin faster and faster as the machine roars to life. Bundles of oats are delivered heads up, and then devoured by the&nbsp;gathering teeth!
 The straw pile grows as oats are bagged and bound. Tables are overloaded with food and second helpings of pie and ice cream are encouraged &ndash; &ldquo; Thrashing&rdquo; season has&nbsp;arrived!

  Harvesting Oats, Part 2 - Threshing 

Dad rolled the head of oats between his fingers as we watched Bullwinkle on TV telling us to “Go with Cheerios!” Temps in the 90s and the oats turning golden were sure signs that grain harvest had arrived.


Did you have a shocking experience with a grain binder or watch the combine in a cloud of dust? Our oat adventures include binder ballet, swallowing mayflies and sneezing our fool heads off! So grab your hanky and a grease gun as we make sure the Bull Wheel and not Bullwinkle is ready to “Go with Oats”!

Dad rolled the head of oats between his fingers as we watched Bullwinkle&nbsp;on TV telling us to &ldquo;Go with Cheerios!&rdquo; Temps in the 90s and the oats&nbsp;turning golden were sure signs that grain harvest had arrived.
 Did you have a shocking experience with a grain binder or watch the&nbsp;combine in a cloud of dust? Our oat adventures include binder ballet,&nbsp;swallowing mayflies and sneezing our fool heads off! So grab your hanky&nbsp;and a grease gun as we make sure the Bull Wheel and not Bullwinkle is&nbsp;ready to &ldquo;Go with Oats&rdquo;!

Harvesting Oats, Part 1

Many baby boomers left their rural route addresses as they made their
way in the world. But your farm remains a part of who you
are…regardless of your current address. Join Dan and Daryl as they
share tales about growing up down on the farm during those baby
boomer years. Just close your eyes and imagine the smell of fresh cut
hay or feel the softness of a baby chick in your hands. You can hear the
cows as they return from the nearby pasture. We invite you to listen,
relax and remember a way of life that is vanishing from our rural roots.

Dan grew up on a dairy farm on Chipmunk Ridge overlooking the
Coulee region of western WI. Daryl grew up on a dairy farm at Rural
Route 1 in southern MN. Like so many other baby boomers they left the
cows behind and pursued other opportunities. But 40 years later, all
they have to do is close their eyes and the tales a

Many baby boomers left their rural route addresses as they made their way in the world. But your farm remains a part of who you are&hellip;regardless of your current address. Join Dan and Daryl as they share tales about growing up down on the farm during those baby boomer years. Just close your eyes and imagine the smell of fresh cut hay or feel the softness of a baby chick in your hands. You can hear the cows as they return from the nearby pasture. We invite you to listen, relax and remember a way of life that is vanishing from our rural roots.
Dan grew up on a dairy farm on Chipmunk Ridge overlooking the Coulee region of western WI. Daryl grew up on a dairy farm at Rural Route 1 in southern MN. Like so many other baby boomers they left the cows behind and pursued other opportunities. But 40 years later, all they have to do is close their eyes and the tales a

Farm Tales and Cow Pies

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