Grandpa Hess was born in 1918. As I was recounting the Moroccan farming techniques to my dad he was flabbergasted and commented, "That's how Grandpa would do it when he was a kid." That was, like, you know, a really long time ago. The wheat is harvested by hand with a sickle, strapped on the backs of donkeys and brought to the middle of town where it is thrashed. I'm shown here (white t-shirt) with some of my friends I made while having a cross-cultural farmer bonding experience. It felt good to let them know that America is not just a bunch of skyscrapers and office buildings, but that if I were home right now, my dad would probably be swindling me into helping him out with the harvesting duties. The difference is that I would be sitting in an air-conditioned tractor, listening to talk radio and probably enjoying a free game of golf the next day.
Gee willikers, son. I really am quite speechless. I don't know what to say about your last 30 posts (oh-that's all of them). I can't believe that's what grandpa used to do. I guess it gives you a little appreciation for the endless days in the tractor, eh? SO GREAT!
ReplyDeleteI don't know about your dad's tractor, but my grandpa's only got the AM radio stations. That's when you get in a lot of right wing shows and radio disney! Yahoo for farms!
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