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Daddy Frank sang by Merle Haggard

Well the kids don't eat and the dog can't sleep, there's no escape from the music in the whole damn street.

Both of my grandmothers were farm wives helping on the farm in in Iowa.

Who did that song...

Guitar, a squeeze box, a fiddle, a bow. Little band-a-playin every song they know.

Hoo ?

The Who.

Both of my grandmothers seemed to be working on something all day.

One owned a ran a farm while raising 3 children after losing her husband right after the last child.

It was a much different time than now.

My mother in law grew up on a farm, the third of 11 children. She always preferred being on a tractor or in the barn to working in the house. At 19 she married my father in law and helped run the family business until my wife and her brother took over. She's now 86 and works for the town clerk and court system. My wife is trying to get her to cut back to 3 days a week.

My paternal grandmother was born in 1900 and died in 1995. She divorced my grandfather in the late 20s because, like many if not most of the men in my family, he was a drunk and a philanderer. She ran the farm until WWII at which point she sold it and went to work in a defense plant, staying there until she retired in 1965. She'd kept some acreage when she sold the farm and always had a huge truck garden. She also always had some horses around for us. She kept an old Savage 24 .22/.410 by the back door and, whenever she thought there might be prowlers around, would let fly with a couple of loads of shot out across the horse pasture. She also always kept us grandkids in .22 ammo. The family always stayed on good terms with the owners of the original farm and we boys ran loose all over the hills. We loved to stay there, she never put all the (unreasonable to us) behavioral constraints on us that our parents did.

FDR solidified his support during the depression by extending it for at least seven years while convincing the public he was working for them. He just about destroyed the family farm and replaced it with big business. His monetary policies during the depression made banks hold larger cash reserves and in order to comply they had to call in solvent loans which destroyed businesses and put more people in the bread lines. He introduced us to socialism with social security. He managed to convince the voting public that he was a savior and they rewarded him with four terms. When he died late in the war many service men cried because he was the only president they had ever known and they were convinced he had prosecuted the war almost by himself.
Early America was much different than now. We have grown fat and happy. We are far more dependent on government than anyone ever was. We went from a agrarian society mostly to a manufacturing powerhouse which started to decline as government took charge and complicated manufacturing with restrictive rules, regulations, licensing and fees. My parents and extended family's parents were convinced FDR was a savior because they had suffered the hard times of the depression and thought his government work programs saved America. It was the greatest hoax America ever suffered until the election of 2020.

My grand mother was the best fish catcher and cleaner she would get on anyone who didnt get all the meat when cleaning them. And the best cook ever. I also remember many days shucking corn and snapping beans on the porch. That was bettertimes in my opinion.

The great grandmas and grandmas I grew up with - the many old aunts and their friends - were a completely different breed of women than most of the 20 to 35 year old trash roaming around today. By comparison, they were highly principled and disciplined, unselfish, hard-working and committed to do what needed to be done to make it all work for their own.

Don't count on easily finding one of those today. Sad and sorry, but so very true.

Wanna talk about the guys?

I saw my mother outshoot all the men with a High Standard 22 in 1964
I saw my wife outshoot all the men at trap with a 12 ga Rem 1100 in 1977

that's what i said... Who did that song...

One of my grandmothers was born on the ground on a homestead in 1890. Her mother was a breed who as a child was at the Little Bighorn.
I sat with my grandmother before she passed in the evenings watching the news with the clips of the challenger and moon stuff happening.
Young country we live in.

Osky

Yup.

Three of my Great GrandMothers were farmers / ranchers wife’s. They picked and hoed cotton, plowed fields behind mules, worked cattle, rode horses, milked cows. raised and canned their own food, cooked and raised children and had hard life’s. As did two of my Grandmothers.
They were strong God fearing woman who could out work most of today’s men, and still cook a huge meal after a hard day’s work.
I was fortunate enough to have known those three.

I still have one of thems old cast iron skillets that she fried huge Sunday chicken dinners in, and the last quilt she made when she was 90. She lived to be 94.
I also have the baby quilt she made for me in 1960. The last one she made for a Great grandchild.