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Sadly...a bunch of them were FDR democrats.


They carried on that "loyalty" for years in a lot of cases.

Generally either commodity prices or farm programs or sometimes both will be better under democrats.


When asked, the old time FDR types would say that they owed the farm to Roosevelt.

Democrats have always been good at buying votes.

The willfully ignorant think they only buy minority votes.


Buying minority votes is a piss poor investment these days. The money gets them more return when they spend it on middle and upper class whites.

My maternal grandmother, on the right, was not a farmer. Easy life...

My Maternal Grandma left the Czech Republic after German soldiers ate the family dog during WWI. She walked through the lines alone as a 16 year old all the way to Italy where She worked on a on boat on the way to America. She met my Czech Grandfather in Chicago. I asked her why they modified the family name and she responded that they came to America to be Americans.

Again you must hate otto spell!

Striking resemblance.

ahahah I bet you thought it was funny johnny reb

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my grandmother always worked hard on the farm and was an excellent cook ,i still mis her and my mother was a hard worker and great cook too mis her too . both always said don`t ever be a farmer life is short and farm work is to hard . but if i could do it all over i wished i would have stayed on the farm for life food was fresh and tasty and work is work. yes grandma and my mother knew how to cook and work dang those were good times on the farm .

I wish I still had her forearms... Lived to just shy of 102, half of which without a husband.

Could probably still gut you like a fish at 100.


Something special about people who can smile and laugh while elbow deep in shìt.

My paternal grandmother homesteaded by herself in central Montana in 1919, after growing up on a farm in southern Minnesota. She eventually married the next-door homesteader, whose Norwegian parents had immigrated to Wisconsin when he was two. That was when the western homestead grant had doubled from 160 to 320 acres, and between their homesteads they had a a square mile, so did okay during the 1920s.

She was tougher than her husband in many ways, and a better shot, hunter and horseback rider, which may or may not involve why he shot himself during the Depression, in the office of the local Wells Fargo office where he worked.

She continued to farm the homestead, as well as teach school, and eventually became superintendent of the county school system. She was also a friend of the famous Ed McGivern, who set various shooting records. Among other things, she had Ed perform shooting demonstrations on the high school football field--which my father attended. (She also used a .22 rifle to hunt upland birds, often waiting until her husband and his buddies had missed with their shotguns before shooting.)

She was also the first person to climb the highest local mountain. But that was apparently partly because nobody had ever wanted to before.

She passed away when I was eight, but got to know her pretty well before then.

Precisely why I cherish this photo. Her commute was about a mile across the Sacramento River from a shack in Collinsville to Pittsburg California in a skiff. My dear Mother was no different.

Mule Deer;
Good evening once more, I hope the day behaved for you both and that you and Eileen are well.

Thanks for that family history, it never ceases to amaze me how truly tough some of those pioneer folks had to be.

My father in law's people came from Minnesota, his father having had enough of the tough winters there when he got stuck in the barn during a blizzard for a couple days. Of course the rest of the family was stuck in the house so they didn't know he was alive. It makes a lot of folks look twice when they hear someone moved to Manitoba to get away from the bad winter, but that part of Manitoba had less harsh winters usually.

On my late Mom's side, I never knew my Grandmother and neither did she really as she died when Mom was four.

My Grandmother on my late father's side came here with her husband, her sister in law and her husband who was AWOL from the Romanian Army. If they'd been caught in Romania, at very least the husband would have been shot. There's more to the story of their escape and it's not good, but they made it here and made a life for themselves against all odds.

Thanks again for sharing that bit of your history and Montana's history as well really.

All the best to you and Eileen as we head into the Christmas Season.

Dwayne

Mom grew up 1/2 mile from her grandparents farm, worked on and around it her
whole childhood. Swearing the whole time, "I will NEVER marry a farmer."

She met and married my dad, a logger, sawmiller, truck driver....farmer.

Learned to run tractors, log and flatbed trucks, off bear, stack and grade lumber...
Did what they needed doing.
Including cook for the crews and can beans!
Then running the Huckster route selling eggs and butter.


My wife grew up in a trailer park, couldn't drive a manual transmission.
Now has a CDL, (used to run a 13), can stack wood, fire, cut, and wrap deer meat, learned canning, making sauerkraut, gardening...


Our 20 year old daughter is engaged to a drywaller.
I keep telling him to take her to small side jobs.
He thinks she is too fragile to do anything! 🤣🤣🤣
She tightened him up!
Learned to do light work,
he won't try changing things up to use her.

We cut a road open recently, she showed up after her workday.
Throwing wood off the road, moving rocks....
The dimwitt was shocked, couldn't believe that 120 pound girl was
doing that work.

"You got a lot to learn about our women boy. They'll cook you breakfast,
work beside you all day, then fix supper while you rest."

Sunday they will get prettied up and make you look better walking into church.

I remember Mama cookin' on the ground.

Name that tune

Ma once nearly beat a peddler to death with a live chicken... no? wait!.. that was Tom Joads Ma... seriously tho, my Irish Gramma once chased a Preacher off the farm during the depression... suckin' ass for free garden vegetables...

Daddy Sang Bass?

Was the name or was it something else?


Edit...no...that wasn't the song.

Hahaha!

Looked it up. I was kinda close.

Mama’s got a squeeze box daddy gets no sleep