Farm Boys
My grandfathers were farmers and so was my dad. Some of my favorite childhood memories were spent on the farm, riding with my grandpa in his jeep to salt the cattle. I’m sure grandpa looked at it as work, but for me and my cousins it was a way to have fun. We took our shoes off and waded in the branch. We bounced around in the jeep like popcorn in a popper. And we always came home tired and dirty.
This picture is of my cousin Daniel and his son Brock. Daniel grew up on the farm where we salted cattle but he now lives in Huntsville, Alabama. Recently Daniel and his wife Lori, took Brock to see some baby calves. I hope Brock gets to go salt cattle someday and I hope he has as much fun as I did all those years ago!
Thanks so much for sharing. I appreciate you visiting Nanahood. Come back real soon!
I love farm stories. It was the best when my grandfather would talk about his growing up days with his brothers on the farm. I was a girl in the suburbs and dreamed of horses and hay. Thanks for sharing.
Cute picture!
I was an occasional farmer just as you were. I splashed in the creek, gathered eggs, played in the corn crib and slopped the hogs. But I don’t remember ever salting the cows.
I have memories of the farm I grew up on. Actually 2 of the 3 as the first one I was quite young. It was a different life and now I work at a hardware store…go figure~have a great week!
cool I didn’t know that!
The neat thing is that Brock’s Uncle Mark (who lives on the farm with the calves) has a Jeep the exact same model as you are remembering traveling in! He found it on the Internet and bought it many states away–nostalgia prevailed over practicality! (It’s not the vehicle pictured with Brock.)