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one I guess ... both parents grew up on the farm
My brother and me now own the land on lookout mountain that my paternal grandfather sharecropped for in the late 30's ..... thank God

My wife's parents are pretty much the same ...

my father farmed on the home place til i was 9... then we moved to illinois...

the original home place was 50 acres. over the years my grandfather added on a couple of pieces of ground... the farm we moved away from in 1967 was 220 acres....
in 1996 my step- grandmother died and, to pay her expenses of the previous few years, the family sold off the farm...

i bought the original 50..... john w

On my mother's side, most were chicken farmers. So was my mother so I guess that would be 1. My father's side were lumbermen and paper makers.

I'm still involved in agriculture.

My High School job for three year was on a farm here in Benton County Oregon.
My maternal grandfather was a farmer here as was his father and his grandfather (my great, great grandfather) who homesteaded here.

Doc

Two, Witch ment that I was the extra labor that was needed for Haying, harvest, or when someone needed cows milked for a day or two. Lot of good memorys from those days.

I am two generations removed. My mother's parents made a living through dairy farming, and my dad's parents raised crops. My father's family farm was sold off 11 years ago to the people that they had leased it to since the 70's.

My wife and I run a hay and cattle farm in Alberta and care for the land as best we can.

My father was the son of a career British Army Major. Dad spent most of his childhood on his grandfather's farm in Wales, but he was raised British upper middle class, gentlemen's finishing school and all. At the age of 18 (on his birthday actually), he hopped a boat to Canada to work as a hired man on a distant relative's ranch. I can just see him walkin into the bunkhouse in his wool trousers, "Helllooo gentlemen, I'm the new hand, which bunk is mine?" After a bit, he managed to turn into a decent cowboy and could roll a smoke on horseback with one hand while cuttin calves with the other hand. Saw him do it myself when I was just past knee sittin age.

Anyways, he eventually quit the ranch and married a small town Saskatchewan farm girl. Shortly afterward, they bought out her dad and set to farmin themselves. Bout the age of 49, just when the farm was becoming sucessful, he up and died of a heart attack. I ran the farm for a year and continued with my grade 10 as well. Just barely managed to avoid failing a both. My mom sat me down and gave me the straight goods. Quit school or quit farmin. She recommended quitin farmin. I took her advice.

I laid down a trail of dust headin outta Saskatchewan for the Rocky Mountains the day I finished school that you could see for miles. I was a game warden and Parks Canada warden for a while, lived up north near treeline for a while, did some mountain rescue and avalanche control and eventually got into avalanche safety as a manager. My wife, (daughter of second generation farmers herself), and I managed to make a few dollars on some real estate transactions along the way (Dad always said, "Buy land, they ain't makin any more of it!") so we decided to buy a farm.

Good decision (so far anyway ). My daughter does her homework and book readin down by the creek on a blanket, the other daughter walks less than 100 steps from her bed to feed her horse, and my son roams the hills with his sling shot. Wife's in the garden right now cussin all the damage the mule deer bucks did and I'm goin back out to put the broke down hay wagon back together now that it's a bit cooler.

Might even shoot a few gophers from the deck if they're still out when I get done with the wagon.

If I believe what some people tell me, not enough...
They allude to my simian characteristics, and mention a knuckle-dragging Neanderthal...I deny it, of course.

My grandfather had a farm. One of his sons ended up ranching some and then raising horses.

My wife and I have a small horse training and boarding place but it's far from a real farm. I do get to deal with many tons of manure, spraying weeds, fixing fences, managing runoff in the winter, and all of the fun stuff....just on a small scale.

My grand father homesteaded some land during the 1880s. My dad lived in the same county for 98 years and made his living from farming and cattle. I grew up on the farm untill I was drafted into the army. The GI Bill helped pay for college so I did not go back the the farm as dad expected. I own the farm my great uncle homesteaded but its rented out.

Grampa'a farm went south in the depression. My dad went into corporate dairy science after college. I moved to country, but kept my day job (attorney).

BMT

My Grandpa was a commercial fisherman til he retired in 1957...kinda like a farmer without the dirt, I guess.
Dad had a dairy for a while, but luckily he sold it before I was old enough to help.