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I have needed.......

I have at one time or another needed a Teacher, a Lawyer, Doctor, Police and a Bartender, etc. Everyday I have needed a farmer. But never have I ever needed a POLITICIAN. Our country needs LEADERS and law makers but not Politicians that spend all their time lying and campaigning to stay in office, catering to self interest. I have never needed a professional athlete that is paid far more than anyone has a reasonable right to expect. Same goes for professional corporate managers that somehow earn far more money for doing so little, it is mind blowing. Being entertained can be nice after a hard days work but not a necessity. Paying millions to some one for acting the fool for an hour or two should be a crime. They can act the fool for a lot less. Say a few hundred and all they can eat at a buffet, in a half hour. As for the politicians, let them eat cake. Again in a half hour. But only if they are found being and working nice on a common goal such as protecting our country from invaders and such. One nasty word about someone or something and they lose their job. Escorted out without a hearing and replaced by that very day with someone who really wants to help make our country the greatest country on earth. Rome had a great idea. When politicians were found wanting, they were expelled from the country for ten years. I'd stand in line to see that.

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Stuntman

What: After the Saturday Movie.

When: Late 1940's.

Where: Mn farm.

Young farm lads make the best stuntmen in the world. Lets say the 5-9 year old's. Nobody can beat them at pretending to fall off a horse or beating each other in a Saloon fight than young farm lads after a Saturday afternoon of watching cowboy movies. Nobody gets hurt. Unless, of course, they actually do fall off a horse or get punched in the nose. Always a possibility. If the film industry hired the young farm lads to do all the stunt work, it would be a lot more realistic.

POW! PUNCH! And the other guy falls as if he was knocked into next week. Falls off a bale of hay or shed roof. Looked very real yet the punches never landed! Passing by a nose within inches at real time speed. Amazing exhibit of athletic ability as well as following the imaginary story line.

This form of entertainment carried over into the school yard every Monday. It was not unheard of to fool the teacher into thinking there was a real bank robbery. The teacher would holler at the Sheriff and robbers alike while others stood around and cheered. A couple of others were seen riding off on a horse or two. Shooting at each other with their finger guns.

I know because I was that age myself once. I must have had a hundred fights without getting punched even once. Not to mention the fast draw gun battles. Nobody ever hinted it was fake.

Today they would ask “Is there an app for that?”

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1940's Allis Chalmers Dealer Movie Planning to Prosper WC B C Tractors

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1970's Allis Chalmers Gleaner Combine Movie Bringing It Home L M F Combines

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1950's Allis Chalmers Dealer Movie A New High WD-45 Tractor

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Best Friend

What: Playing with Best Friend.

When: Late 1940's.

Where: Mn farm.

The young farm lad was playing with his best friend. They rode horses, shot at bad guy's an anything else they deemed an enemy. They lobbed explosives at enemy soldiers (mostly pigs with a few chickens thrown in). Of course the explosive's were solid clumps of dirt but they did the trick. Exploding into a small cloud of dust when it landed and he shouted “BOOM”. He had a great time with his best friend even tho he was just 4 yrs old and his brother was too small to come out and play.

With his best friend he would shoot or maybe even spear his imaginary enemy's. Some time's they would ride the “horse” over to a neighbors farm and play with the kid or kids that lived there. Other times they would pretend to catch fish in the creek that ran thru one of the fields. Most of the time the creek had no water so they played in the mud if it was not totally dried up.

Sometimes they got together and rode the young pigs as horses. However the pigs were difficult to catch, ride and steer. Pigs tend to go where ever. Mostly to the mud puddle in the pig pen.

During the summer at night, he left his best friend to fend for himself. He had no store bought toys so he made do with what he could find.

His best friend was a stick.

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Astounding

Astounding.

You have not lived until U have been chased by a angry farm critter.

Having written that astounding bite of wisdom, I am reminded of my very early years on the farm. Kids in those days were left to their own devices. Meaning they were out of sight of adults for a large number of hours of the day. Any farm kid will tell you that is the best type of supervision.

On a working farm, there are all kinds of ways to get into trouble. We had a small herd of milk cows. In order to assure they gave milk each year, they had to have calves. I was a stranger as to how that happened but the newborns were a lot of fun.

In order for me to play with the calves I needed to be in the same area. Sometimes this was the pen in the barn other times it was the barn yard. I was in the barn yard when one of the mother cows took exception to me being there. The family dog, thinking he would join in the fun, was along.

As I was getting close to the calves, the dog, deciding cow was more interesting, took it upon himself to to play with cow. When cow started for me, the dog, thinking this was fun, barked at her heels thus she would move a little further away. Finally dog, tired of the fun, laid down! Suddenly I was in danger! Cow now had an opportunity to get me and save her child.

I raced, with cow bellowing, my short legs churning, for the wooden gate (not far). The dog had to solve his own problems. At this time the calve thought mamma was after him/her, ran with me, bumping me along. Bump. Stagger. Run. Stagger.  I made it, climbed over with just inches to spare! That was because the cow trotted (our cows seldom actually ran) further than I ran. The dog slithered under the gate with a little help from cow. But they remained friends even after cow butted the gate a time or two to show me who was boss.

I had to agree. She was.

I wiped the fear off my brow, hitched up my pants, stuck my chin out and with a swagger, went to find other mischief.

During my time, I was chased by pigs, chickens and even the bull. If there was a farm critter, I was chased by it. None of which I can say was fun.