February 26th……..“HOW DID YOUR FARMER FATHER GET LARGE TASKS DONE? WHAT WAS HIS METHOD OF PAYING NEIGHBORS FOR THEIR HELP?”
Some tasks, on our farm there in south central Minnesota, were just too large for our father, alone. Filling our very tall, cement silo with chopped up corn silage for winter feeding, was one of those major tasks that needed many bodies to accomplish. There was a code of brotherhood, among farmers, that, written in their hearts was the wording that if someone had a need, you stepped up and helped out. Then, if you had a need, that agrarian brotherhood came to your aid…….all out of love and caring. Sometimes, dollars were exchanged for work done, but oftentimes, a few hearty meals and gallons of coffee, water, Kool-Aid or milk was payment enough. Of course, part of the payment was the gold received in farmer fellowship during such an operation, too. This poem will share about “payment” to our friendly farmer heroes.
POEM – “Bib Overall Heroes” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Reminds me of, The days back when,
Our farm table was, Surrounded by men.
In from the field, And hungry for,
A good home meal, That our mom had in store.
Mom’s cooking “army”, Had soldiers more,
As they labored in love, In “The Happy Food Corps”.
There was Mrs. Stiles, And Beverly June,
Who soon would be wed, To Gene real soon.
And Grandma Amanda, With “Little Lowell Blue”,
Who helped set the table, As good farm boys do.
Whether putting up silage, Or baling hay,
They all showed up, To save the day!
A grand farm meal, Was just one of the means,
Of showing love to heroes, In bib overall jeans! ;o)