Our farm was 60 acres. It was a mile long and wider at the North end and narrow on the South end.
We had 3 ponies. One was a full grown size and was a wonderful horse. She was named Dixie. She was the mother to the other two horses. Tiny Tim was half shetland and was a small horse. Charlie was one fourth shetland and belonged to Keith. Our horses were very special to all of us. One day Keith took Dixie into town and she stepped in a hole and broke her leg and they shot her, as that is what they did with that kind of injury. We were all broken hearted. When our parents died, the shetland ponies were sold at the 24th of July rodeo. A man bought them and paid for them and gave them back to be sold again. Dorothy (Vaughn) Sowards' dad bought them and Dorothy told me that they loved those horses just as much as we did.
Our farm supplied most of the food that we had. During the end of the great depression, we had plenty to eat. Getting shoes and clothes was not as easy. We fared better than people in the city. Growing up on a farm makes a close family. We had a playhouse in the top of the granery. That was really a fun place to play.
When the hay was harvested, all of us helped as we got older. The hay was cut with a mowing machine, It was hauled to the barn and the stack on a wagon, pulled with a team of horses. Our work horses were white. They were Maud and Dobbins.
We had 3 ponies. One was a full grown size and was a wonderful horse. She was named Dixie. She was the mother to the other two horses. Tiny Tim was half shetland and was a small horse. Charlie was one fourth shetland and belonged to Keith. Our horses were very special to all of us. One day Keith took Dixie into town and she stepped in a hole and broke her leg and they shot her, as that is what they did with that kind of injury. We were all broken hearted. When our parents died, the shetland ponies were sold at the 24th of July rodeo. A man bought them and paid for them and gave them back to be sold again. Dorothy (Vaughn) Sowards' dad bought them and Dorothy told me that they loved those horses just as much as we did.
Our farm supplied most of the food that we had. During the end of the great depression, we had plenty to eat. Getting shoes and clothes was not as easy. We fared better than people in the city. Growing up on a farm makes a close family. We had a playhouse in the top of the granery. That was really a fun place to play.
When the hay was harvested, all of us helped as we got older. The hay was cut with a mowing machine, It was hauled to the barn and the stack on a wagon, pulled with a team of horses. Our work horses were white. They were Maud and Dobbins.
4 comments:
GREAT STORY!
I just love hearing about you and the good ol' times. Please tell us more.
Tell us about Maud and Dobbins. They were white. Were they big and ugly?
What about this depression thing? What was that and how did it affect you and your family?
I agree with Larry. I love to hear about the good ol' times when I am not referenced in the same sentence!!
When was the depression?? And just why were you depressed?
Maud were a team of white work horses. I don't know what to say of them more. They were not riding horses. They were used to farm with.
Dad had an old tractor, but it never worked. All of the farm work was done with that team of horses.
The depression was when the money system of our country failed and banks failed all over the USA. I just remember the tail end of it. When world war II came along, the depression ended. But there was rationing of many things. Gas, nylons, sugar, and many other things. When the war was over there began to be more money, the economy became better. I think the situation now is somewhat like the great depression.
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