Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Memories Of Fall

Photo by Marilyn Morrow

The sights and sounds and smells that trigger our brains into remembering the past, are for me, most active in the fall.  About this time of year, I once asked our local hardware store merchant how he was doing. It was an off the cuff remark by me that I really was using in place of some other greeting.   He took it as a very serious question.  He said, “Well Cliff, this time of year always makes me feel melancholy.”  I asked him why and he continued, “Well, all of the trees and plants will soon be dropping their leaves, and well you know, dying off and I know that winter is not far behind.” 
I have a different take on it.  Out here on the farm we plan and plant and cultivate and make decisions all year but then September comes.  The first couple of days of low temperatures in the upper 40’s and highs in the 60’s are so very refreshing. Stepping onto the porch early in the morning and drawing in that first big breath of cold dry air is almost intoxicating. It is indeed nearing the end of life for our plants in the field but for those of us who farm, we see the finish line and it’s straight ahead. The reward for a long season of work is nearing and the weather is steadily getting colder.
I call it ‘lost sweatshirt weather’.  Every morning when you get ready to go you can’t find your sweatshirt.  Your mind rewinds to yesterday when you had it on when you went out of the door but had to take it off because… “Oh yeah, I remember now, it’s laying in the old truck.”
This time of year the blackbirds begin to ‘school’ into groups of thousands and flit and flutter and dive in what seems to be a carefully choreographed production to rival the Olympic opening ceremonies from China. We begin to stir around in our farm shops and ready ourselves and equipment for a harvest that we have high hopes for.  A harvest that might be better or worse than expected but we are eager to find the answer. 
For me, a trigger for the memories of fall include the apples turning their bright red color.  It takes me back to the times I would walk the two miles home from our little country school. In the fall I would stop and procure an apple from the neighbor’s orchard
I have the memory of being put in a wagon to help kick ear corn down into the elevator.  It sounds dangerous but thinking back on that, it’s evident that Dad put me in there so that he would know exactly where I was and that he wouldn’t need to worry about me getting into the large series of gears and drive shafts that powered the elevator.
The smell of burning cottonwood leaves, the sound of the  banging of the irrigation pipe being retrieved from a nearly mature corn field, and the sounds of geese and ducks flying overhead and the occasional barrage of gun fire from nearby hunting blinds all serve to bring back good memories of fall.
You too are about to get busy in the fields and you have your own set of memories to build on.  If you have children or grand children, make sure they get a good start on their future memories and that they are pleasant ones.
Okay, I’ll agree with our hardware store owner.  I get a little melancholy too.
Winter is right around the corner.
But then again, so is spring.
Be careful out there.
This was published in my column in the Midwest Producer Magazine back in September of 2008 but I just reread it and still thought it to be relevant.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Car Show

We spent Saturday afternoon in our little town at a car show. They invited everyone, cars, trucks, motorcylces and antique tractors. There was no entry fee and no judging. My kind of display. My son Dan brought the 1947 Indian he restored and I brought my 1957 Allis Chalmers D-14 that he and Tom restored. The bottom picture is of a 2008 Grandaughter. If you were to make eye contact with her you too would get the same smile. Everyone calls her Georgie. She has 3 sisters.

Thursday, August 09, 2012

The Mice Will Play

My son is on vacation with his family.  We were on our way thru Lincoln and decided to stop, see if his staff  was busy, and report to him. Below is the pic we took, and then we texted it to him. It shows his brother Tom on the left, his office manager, and two of the shop techs in a meeting. I texted it to him and his reply was: "I expected this".

 Below is a picture of one of Dan's daughters that he took while on their trip. He has titled it: