We Remember Days On The Farm

Pipestone Flyer

By Donna Scott – Pipestone Flyer Staff

As we grow older and life keeps us busy we forget or should I say push to the back of our minds the carefree days when we were on the farm.  I say carefree, tongue in cheek, as I now remember thinking we were worked so hard for so little pay! Kids today would moan and groan if they had to do what we were expected to do.  My grandfather’s farm was a place of wonderment when we would go to visit him and we looked forward to Sunday dinner, a gathering of all his fourteen children, spouses, kids, and yes sometimes the critters we owned came with us.  

    Grandma had a small kitchen with a huge stove that had been converted to gas and a kitchen sink big enough you could bathe 4 babies in it, which I saw on many occasions.  I am sure at one time or another I was one of them.   

    One of my fondest moments was when the vegetables  were brought in from the field (it was our job to go in the field and pick them fresh)  and we cleaned them in that gigantic porcelain sink and lined them up on the long counter and cleaned, chopped and made such exquisite dishes that made our mouths water. Grandma was always on the watch that we did not sample until dinner time (she had to catch us though!).  Now I know why I was lovingly referred to as Sergeant Major by my kids when we cooked family meals.  As I grow older with my own family I still love to have those large meals on special occasions and holidays with all our children, spouses and their families, grandchildren and their friends, girls and boys, and yes even the dogs are invited.

    Thank you Gramma and Grampa, for showing us this wonderful tradition and keeping the love alive in family.