tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post749846330169722080..comments2024-03-09T13:49:36.566-06:00Comments on Prairie Bluestem: Hayfields I Have KnownGenevieve Netzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-32784858975134229332011-07-10T10:40:54.119-05:002011-07-10T10:40:54.119-05:00Thanks so much for that article. In Eastern Kentuc...Thanks so much for that article. In Eastern Kentucky when I was growing up, we worked in hay every summer but with wagon and horses. We used pitchforks to make hay stacks. We also filled the loft of the barn with the hay.<br />Once in the hay field while resting a few minutes, I sat down on a bumble bee. That was not a very pleasant break from work. LOL<br />God Bless You.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-63462240423529037762011-07-03T23:36:48.730-05:002011-07-03T23:36:48.730-05:00John, your wife should write a book about her life...John, your wife should write a book about her life in Latvia and how she ended up in Illinois!Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-73752418769420491332011-07-03T22:44:08.670-05:002011-07-03T22:44:08.670-05:00My wife would build the stick supports for the hay...My wife would build the stick supports for the haystacks on the collective farm she lived on in Latvia.Marathon Pundithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05994493157706065371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-60717452758301417912011-07-03T18:29:25.357-05:002011-07-03T18:29:25.357-05:00Mike, I'm sure you could tell a few hayfield s...Mike, I'm sure you could tell a few hayfield stories of your own. Sammie, your comment about getting close to the fence reminded me of one time when I was cutting out a patch with a fence along one side of it. You know how first you drive the tractor along the fence with the mower bar sticking out on the patch side. Then, you turn around and go back, with the mower bar on the fence side. <br /><br />Well, I was going along with my mower bar next to the fence and I got it over a bit too far between two fence posts, and I was in danger of hitting a fence post if I tried to swing back out. I wasn't very good at backing up the trail mower, and pretty soon, I had the mower completely on the other side of the fence and my tractor right up against the wires. Oh, I was praying that no one would come along and catch me, because I knew I'd never hear the end of it. I'm still not sure how I got out of there!Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-17597809998173373482011-07-02T16:00:33.470-05:002011-07-02T16:00:33.470-05:00Great story! I was just going down "memory la...Great story! I was just going down "memory lane" this week, seeing all the ranchers trying to get started haying. I wonder how it would be to hay with all the air condioning(sp) most have now. Also why does it take 150 hp. tractors to do the same job our dad's did with 40? Thanks again for your memories!Mike Schubertnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-85615829699825543992011-07-02T15:01:23.836-05:002011-07-02T15:01:23.836-05:00How well I remember those days of working in the h...How well I remember those days of working in the hayfield! Your recolection is just like mine. I too wanted to go to that rodeo and had to work. I used to watch and hope for a rain cloud. Raking was a much better job though as it moved faster and there usually was some breeze to cool you off. It could also be challenging to see how close you could get to the fence. Although my dad didn't get mad at us when we had to fix the fence or pull us out of the "slough", he may have a time or two at my brother Bart... I ended up with the sweep job and loved that. We didn't have an air conditioner at home when we went home to eat dinner or supper either but what a dinner it was! Thanks for the memories, Gennie!Sammie Miles Rowsenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-64100521632401843442011-06-30T21:18:35.769-05:002011-06-30T21:18:35.769-05:00Hi, Collagemama. I wonder if the lack of assigned ...Hi, Collagemama. I wonder if the lack of assigned responsibilities for kids is an indirect result of America becoming a mostly urban rather than a mostly rural society? I mean, how would most modern parents really involve their children in the effort to make a living for the family? At most, the kids will have a few chores around the house that they are supposed to take care of.Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-35234522724394354042011-06-30T21:12:12.265-05:002011-06-30T21:12:12.265-05:00Friend, you are just a sucker for those old Sandhi...Friend, you are just a sucker for those old Sandhill ranch stories -- admit it! Thanks for your kind words.Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-40356338914506746492011-06-30T21:11:04.709-05:002011-06-30T21:11:04.709-05:00Nice writing describing the haying. Interesting, ...Nice writing describing the haying. Interesting, too, because so many students seem to have no family responsibilities or expectations.Collagemamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03818246340865714754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-59156381082546953202011-06-30T21:10:43.208-05:002011-06-30T21:10:43.208-05:00I swear that smell of hay is nearly as powerful as...I swear that smell of hay is nearly as powerful as a lover's scent. What a wonderful trip back to the hayfield.<br /><br />Thank you,<br /><br />A Friend in NevadaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-28809799288496524062011-06-30T19:19:36.164-05:002011-06-30T19:19:36.164-05:00Yes, you're absolutely right about the connect...Yes, you're absolutely right about the connection between the Dearmont and Buell families. I went to 4-H Club with both of John and Pat's sons and also with the four children of B.T. and Susan Buell. Homer and Celia Buell were by then retired and living in Bassett. <br /><br />The meadows of the Bloody and Skull valleys always produced (and still do produce, I'm sure) an abundance of hay!Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-60125560639722106772011-06-30T12:48:46.910-05:002011-06-30T12:48:46.910-05:00Your "Hayfields" article was most intere...Your "Hayfields" article was most interesting and brought back fond memories of Rock County and the smells and routine of hay fields. The John Dearmont you mentioned, I believe married Patricia Buell, daughter of Homer and Celia, who owned the Shovel Dot Ranch. My dad, Howard Ash,farmed "the Mills Place" and worked for Homer. My Mom, Gladys Ash, taught school at the Buell School. Our famlies visited often (hunted and fished too) and I well remember the hay fields along the Bloody and Skull Creeks. Thanks for the memoriesWilbur Ashnoreply@blogger.com