Browse by Tags
All Tags »
kale (
RSS)
This was tale about what happened to my brother and I when I was 9 years old and my brother just over 6years . I was just old enough to work helping the then cowman Philip to load kale for the cows, a job he did every afternoon ready for the following...
Just browsing through an old diary looking at what I was doing this day fifty years ago 31 May 1961. We had just finished silage carting having done a 118 loads of grass off 15 acres, the trailers, two of them, being three ton hydraulic tippers that were...
I read the Farmers Weekly, ov read it all me life, Read it in the good times, and read it through the strife, In its words and pictures, brings us all the news, Tells us of our leaders, n' tells us of their views. This farm could double its output...
Philip had a tremendous scramble to get us out, I know I was first out and standing by on my own in a daze, and after a short while my younger brother Robert emerged all muddy an shaken. In winter time father grew Kale, to be used up to the turn of the...