Snow and More Snow
The snow keeps piling up. A new storm every three days it seems. And none of these wimpy "dustings." Three inches, four inches, ten inches, a foot. Serious snow.
When I was a kid on the farm, such fun we had during the snowy days of winter--skiing, sleding. And the not so fun part. Shoveling paths to the pump house, to the chicken house, to the granary, to the barn, to the straw stack, and how could I forget, to the outhouse that on these winter days was as cold as an ice house.
The Old Timer Says: "These snowy days are great days for reading a book."
When I was a kid on the farm, such fun we had during the snowy days of winter--skiing, sleding. And the not so fun part. Shoveling paths to the pump house, to the chicken house, to the granary, to the barn, to the straw stack, and how could I forget, to the outhouse that on these winter days was as cold as an ice house.
The Old Timer Says: "These snowy days are great days for reading a book."
Labels: Snowy Days and Reading
posted by Jerry Apps | 3:04 PM
3 Comments:
Great...makes me homesick, except for the part about the outhouse!!
It sounds like you have acclimated to the cold already and those fourteen days in the caribbean sun are just a fleeting memory.
Still no snow in FLA.
Your tabelmate,
Dennis
Hi Jerry- My Brother Tom who has been my farming partner for over 40 years recently asked me if I ever heard of Jerry Apps. I said sure and that I remembered reading his short stories in the Waushara Argus years ago.He said he had a book written by you that his daughter had given him for Christmas that I might enjoy reading.While I'm not a big book reader, more magazines and newspapers, I told him I'd give it a try. The book was titled, Every
farm Tells A Story. It worked for me because I could just open it up and start reading, front, back anywhere,kind of like I do with the farm papers. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed all the stories from your youth.Even though, the way I have it figured, I was about 12 years behind you in age, the stories are much the same. I was happy to see someone else had a Plymoth that wouldn't start when it was warm. Ours was a 1955 with a flat head six. The farm was a great place for a boy to grow up and that really hasn'changed, but the number of kids that get to experience farm life has. I grew up on a dairy farm, started my farming career as a dairy farmer, but after 10 years switched to cash cropping. In some ways it is kind of sad to think that the farms that my brother and I farm used to be ten dairy farms.Those old dairy farms did a lot more than just produce milk. Thanks again-----John
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