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Originally Posted by Adam Y.
Do you live on a farm?? I think that has to be the most impressive thing.
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I was a "city kid" who moved on to the farm at the ripe age of 14. My mom married a hog farmer with 4 teenagers. With me and my 2 brothers, also all teenagers, it was not the Brady Bunch.
So, as I can relate to farmers and I know the lingo, I cannot really claim that I am one. My step-father and my step-brother run the business (2000 acres and about 150 sows, making pork from farrow to finish) and my mom is the picture-perfect farm wife. The farm is about an hour away from where I live in Kokomo.
As I either sit behind a computer or walk around our plant, I do no physical labor at work. Therefore, I enjoy going up to the farm to help out when I can. This week, I will try to get up there and help bale straw. I'm serious. There is nothing like riding on a slow-moving wagon, listening to the mechanical melody of a 50-year-old baler as you reach down and grab that 30-lb bale of straw and toss it into the jigsaw puzzle of bales. This kind of physical work makes me appreciate my day job while it also teaches me to respect people who work hard, out in the sun, everyday. That kind of stuff builds character.
Actually, if anyone wants to travel to Monticello, Indiana this weekend to throw bales with me, you are welcome.
Andy B.