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Kabu
What a man, what a life! And I know about basal cell carcinoma - only I didn't get it from doing something useful like farming, but from indulging in one of my passions - sailing...
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Nautikos
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June 16, 2008
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What a lovely and nostalgic post, kabu. My husband's people were all farm people and their farming was pretty much how you describe in this post. I always had a lot of respect for their hard work and way of life.
posted by
TAPS.
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June 14, 2008
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Kabu
Thank you for sharing such a rich part of your past with us.... and how wonderful that you can sit back a listen to the sounds of farming from where you are now (albeit some of the sounds are different). Oh.. by the way, I came across this tip. Let me know if it works.
No More Mosquitoes
Place a dryer sheet in your pocket.
It will keep the mosquitoes away.
posted by
Troosha
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June 14, 2008
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I want to go full circle too! I was born in agriculture. Apart from teaching, thats my favorite type of work. I love to grow veggies. So, If I am blessed, I will return, full circle!
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Soul_Builder101
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June 14, 2008
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Kabu
Such a lo lovely story. Interesting about the rains. The Bible talks about the rains of Israel being the former and latter rains. The Spring and Fall just like that. That was a beautiful picture you painted of your dad. Be blessed.
posted by
Justi
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June 14, 2008
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I salute your dad,so wit you ...a model one...full of humility and patience
posted by
_mai_
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June 14, 2008
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What a truly awesome memory..WOW! I did not realize what toil the farmers must endure without the aid of the "modern" tractors...My Grandfather use to tell me about his youth were they farmed with to Belgians..Harnessing them up every morning and resting them at lunch, then finnally bringing them home to the barn..
posted by
wigopa
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June 13, 2008
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That was a fantastic post. I could just feel the heat and the dust in the air. I know of these things too, and I thank you for stirring up my memory. Wow.
posted by
geri
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June 13, 2008
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When you were in Greece, you will have seen he same dedication of the fermers to make to most of what land they have. Have you ever been over to Turkey kabu? Thanks for reading me my dear.
posted by
vogue
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June 13, 2008
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kabu...
Your dad was a special person. Farmers are great.
I love this ..."All my Dad ever wanted to do with his life was to farm his land successfully."
One of my sons said, no matter how much the farm takes out of you and no matter how many hours you put into it each day, what is important is that you love what you are doing."
Yes, farmers are great!
posted by
jacenta
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June 13, 2008
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Seems like farms like your Fathers are becoming a thing of the past, its Sad. There are
fewer farmers now, more then ever. You stir me with memories of my fathers childhood
stories on the farm in Minnesota. Before the sun comes up and after it sets, the work
is never done. But the worth of it, is priceless.
posted by
yellowrose55
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June 13, 2008
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kabu
I have never really been around farms that much, there is a lot of land around here but you dont see farmers out in it. My family, however, is from Iowa and Nebraska where there is a lot of corn, and my mom was raised on a farm.
posted by
lustorlove
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June 13, 2008
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Awwww...I love the whole feel here Kabu ~ such pride and such Love and such heritage and yes, full circle comin' back round. This just makes me want to cry for the beauty and feel of LOVE ~ Kabu I LOVE U ~ so much and I'm so thankful to see your blogs ~ and hug that Wiley John would ya? (
) as if i have to ask...LOL. This blog is rich Kabu ~
Elyse
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elysianfields
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June 13, 2008
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