Published by News Staff on Fri, 05/08/2020 - 12:00am
In 1951 my dad was in the house moving business. He also farmed cotton, corn and hay for his 100 cow herd. He never acquired a large cattle trailer with which to haul his cattle to market. All he had was a one axle 4x8 ft. wooden enclosed trailer that could only haul two cows or maybe four calves at one time.
Published by News Staff on Fri, 04/10/2020 - 12:00am
In 1952 I was in the 2nd grade at Radhost School. The attendance or enrollment had dwindled down somewhat so the two-room school house was condensed into one room. There were about 30 students total and they consisted of grades 1 to 8. Therefore, one teacher had to teach and control all of these kids in one crowded room.
Published by News Staff on Fri, 02/28/2020 - 12:00am
It was about 1954. One of the main chores my brother George and I had to do every day in the winter was to feed hay to our herd of cows in the pasture. We backed up our old gravel dump truck to the barn door and loaded 15 to 20 square bales of hay on it. We cut and pulled out the strings as we stacked the bales. Then all I had to do was slide the hay off the truck bed as my brother drove the truck. Another chore I had after we finished feeding the cows was to go into the milk pen and release a calf back to its mama. Whenever my mom milked the milk cow every day, she would tie off or pen the calf separately from its mama to keep it from nursing while she milked the cow.
Published by News Staff on Fri, 02/14/2020 - 12:00am
Growing up on our farm, I would conger up many ways to amuse myself. Sometimes they were good ideas and sometimes they weren’t. This is only one example:
Published by News Staff on Fri, 12/13/2019 - 12:00am
I was about 10 years old when a man and his family of two young girls came to Dobbins’ Place. Dobbins’ Place was a beer joint/country store just across the
Published by News Staff on Fri, 09/27/2019 - 12:00am
When my grandfather obtained the farm we lived on, he built up quite a large herd of cattle. He never learned to drive a truck or car; so, when he
Published by News Staff on Fri, 02/22/2019 - 12:00am
I was about 13 years old and old enough to go on jobs with my Dad whose profession, besides farming, was house moving. I went along to help as much
Published by News Staff on Thu, 10/25/2018 - 8:17am
In 1959 I was a junior in La Grange High School. One of my dreaded required subjects was chemistry.
Published by News Staff on Thu, 09/27/2018 - 8:16am
In 1953 I was in the third grade attending Radhost School, a two-room school house in the rural area near Hostyn. Attendance had dwindled down somewhat as only one room of this school house was used for teaching the kids.
Published by News Staff on Thu, 08/09/2018 - 9:22am
In 1949 I was six years old. My dad farmed about eighty acres of cotton. At harvest time he would park his Model A truck along the turning row of the patch and as the hired cotton pickers had their sack full of cotton weighed, he would empty all of this cotton into the truck bed.
