I remember, too, our 4-H club doing a corn pickup every fall to raise money for our projects. A farmer would give us a field that had been picked for ears and we girls would walk through it finding missed ears on the ground and throwing them into the wagon he pulled ahead of us. We were “excited “ about the “easy money” we made that day because it usually came with a campfire and hot dog roast when we were done.
I should have included that aspect, too! In our case, I think it was a church group that picked up the wayward ears. Many were city folks, for whom walking a cornfield was a novelty.
I also recognized that circular wire corn crib. I don't see any ventilation/drag line tubes. I hated shoveling out the crib door into the grinder or sheller. Did you ever run into a rats' nest while shelliing?
I didn't get into the details about tunnels for ventilation and to put the drag in to make it easier to empty the crib. Yeah, there'd usually be rats around. You got bonus points (?!) if you killed one.
I remember the BIG crop when Dad first hit 100 bushels to the acre. He credited the ample dose of hog and cattle manure we shoveled out of the sheds and hauled to the field.
Good story on the personal processes leading us into the present monocultures of maddness.
Thanks, Mark! The madness we are living through is sad, tragic.
I remember, too, our 4-H club doing a corn pickup every fall to raise money for our projects. A farmer would give us a field that had been picked for ears and we girls would walk through it finding missed ears on the ground and throwing them into the wagon he pulled ahead of us. We were “excited “ about the “easy money” we made that day because it usually came with a campfire and hot dog roast when we were done.
I should have included that aspect, too! In our case, I think it was a church group that picked up the wayward ears. Many were city folks, for whom walking a cornfield was a novelty.
Did your hand-picking corn experience include having a bang board on your flare box?
YES, Dad and Grandpa talked about that - and how you could judge the skill of the huskers by the sound of the ears banging on it.
I also recognized that circular wire corn crib. I don't see any ventilation/drag line tubes. I hated shoveling out the crib door into the grinder or sheller. Did you ever run into a rats' nest while shelliing?
I didn't get into the details about tunnels for ventilation and to put the drag in to make it easier to empty the crib. Yeah, there'd usually be rats around. You got bonus points (?!) if you killed one.
Bigger is supposed to be better, right??
Thanks, Larry.
I remember the BIG crop when Dad first hit 100 bushels to the acre. He credited the ample dose of hog and cattle manure we shoveled out of the sheds and hauled to the field.
Come on down to Buggyland, Larry. Plenty of corn pickets here. Even some bang boards left.