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The Longest Furrow
The longest swath or the longest furrow is always the one round the outside of the field. I seem to walk and work about the farm these days in a reflective daze, half looking back, and half looking forward, with every thing starting to overtake my way...
We wus Brung up Proper (1940's)
On hearing the back door open, it was never locked, Foot steps in the kitchen, bedroom door we chocked, Then we heard mothers Coo-eee, relieved to hear her call, Have you missed me duckies, we bloomin have an all. (Our farm house was out on its own and...
The Old Kitchen Floor
I remember when we were kids, kitchen floor it sloped, Sat down at meal times, mother to top end coped. The old kitchen floors were always laid to enable them to be washed down with a bucket of water, the water then run through a hole in the wall and...
How we lived in the Old House
Insulations none existent, big jumper you must ware, Half timbered single brick, few inches plaster of horse hair, Frosty weather glistens inside, a fridge you could compare, Roof half filled with starling's nests, built up over the years. Kitchens...
A Grip like Iron
I don't know how mother came to have such a strong grip, but if she caught a hold of you for some reason, there was no hope of getting away, perhaps it was the hand milking in her younger days that gave her that grip, I remember some old cows were...
Mother Reared her Chickens, late in the 1940’s
Mother bought her day old chickens from a hatchery, ready sexed so she knew that they would be all pullets, though just the occasional a few would turn out cockerels. In her order for two hundred they seemed to send half a dozen extra, so it could be...
The Longest Swath
The longest swath or the longest furrow is always the one round the outside of the field. I seem to walk and work about the farm these days in a reflective daze, half looking back, and half looking forward, with every thing starting to overtake my way...
Mother made her Pastry (1940's)
I would like to bet there are not many women these days that make pastry every week like our mother did, and in the volume now only seen in a super market bakery, (I am exaggerating a bit). But with seven of us in the farm house to cater for at that time...
Dairy Cows of Old
Milked by hand some cows had teats almost as thick as your wrist , with front teats sticking out "east west". Dairy cows of old, bore little resemblance to the diary cows of today. Back in the 40's every herd had its own bull often reared...
Mother Always Worked So Hard (1945)
Mother always worked so hard, to rear her brood of kids, As we grew bigger and in our teens, we must have cost her quids, Back in the 1950's there were six of us to sit round the kitchen table for meal times, plus for a few years dads brother, uncle...