Our Little Farm, part 1

Farmfarhm-noun

a tract of land, usually with a house, barn, silo, etc., on which crops and often livestock are raised for livelihood.

I talk a lot about our adventures down on our farm. And many people ask what kinds of animals we have on it. Well, you see we aren’t the Old MacDonald kind of farm. We’re more of a Superman and HidieHo kind of thang. Superman’s step-grandfather, Harry, owned this land of about 68 acres in Cherokee County, SC. He mainly kept about 50 head of cattle and a whole lot of junk on this farm. When Harry passed away, Superman’s father, Buddy, inherited it and he continued the cattle raising. The cows were raised for the sale of meat, not milk.

Although, interestingly enough, Buddy’s family owned a dairy which he delivered milk as a young teen. I love this bottle! “Help them to happiness with a strong body use Higgins Milk. Call 382.” I absolutely love it!

So anyway…Buddy inherited this cattle farm. After working the third shift at the local manufacturing company, Buddy would go directly to the farm for a couple of hours to dabble with his 40-50 cows. 

Here we are, circa early 1990’s, having a picnic  when this little fella decided to join us. So cool. And yes, I am looking quite Polly-Wolly-Doodle wearing my straw hat with the red ribbon which matches my red shirt ANNND oversized glasses to boot! Gooo Mary!

I always enjoyed hopping in the truck with Buddy to “help” him check on the herd. He’d say in his slow, southern drawl “Mar….How ’bout you count ’em up.” So I’d start counting …1, 2, 3,…I’d maybe get up 10 or 15, then get frustrated cause the darn things would hear Buddy’s truck and start mooing and walking toward him. I’d say “Buddy! Tell ’em to stop movin’ around!” He laugh his deep heh heh heh and tell me not to worry, they were all there. How did he do that?!? He could just look and know who was there and who wasn’t. He loved those cows. To my deepest sorrow, Buddy passed away about twelve years ago. The cows were sold, but the land was kept.

This is the same spot we had the picnic 25 years ago. For the first ten years or so of Superman taking over the land, we’ve used it mostly for hunting and shooting guns. Unfortunately, with this much pasture land, it requires much maintenance. During the spring and summer months, the grasses and weeds can completely overtake the land. On our free weekends when the kids were growing up and there wasn’t a soccer game or cross country meet or scout activity, we’d be down here bush hoggin, (that’s cutting the grass with a tractor pulling a wide bed cutter, for you city folk😉.)

Let’s just say, that that is a lot of pasture to cut. These Satudays were never fun. It would start with a 50  year old tractor with a flat tire every. Single. Time. Superman would hand one of the boys a bicycle pump (yes a bicycle pump) and tell him to work those pecks. If it wasn’t the flat tire, it would be a pin breaking on the cutter. Inevitably, one of us would have to drive down to Johnny, the 80 year old mechanic down the road, and ask for his advice and help. I’d knock on Johnny’s front door, he’d see me through the screen door and say “What’d that boy do now?” 


Eventually we bought a brand new orange Kuboto tractor. We still have flat tires because of the nasty thorny weeds we cut down, but at least we’re doing it in style.

Heck I even climb up there on the tractor and do the rounds. And by the time you’d get finished, it’d be time to do it all over again. What was the point? Well, one day, a fella from over yonder called Superman up and asked if he could cut the land for hay. Talk about a gift from God. Here is a farmer who lives only a couple of miles down the road, that needs hay for his cows. He is asking Superman if he could cut our land! Yes! Yes! Please! Free labor for us and free hay for Whitt. Win win. Whitt is awesome. Please try to picture in your mind a short man from Thailand with a thick southern country twAngwith a Thai accent with no teeth (sometimes he has them and sometimes he doesn’t) telling “Mista Wick” all about the happenings down there in their neck of the woods. Whitt makes me smile. He couldn’t be a nicer man.
So this is the old barn Buddy and a friend built decades ago. Besides not having a way to lock things up, it has no electricity. It’s great for storing hay, mice, snakes and hornets nests. Other than that…not much. But you know what? I like the way it looks. At one time Superman wanted to paint it. I said No Way! It’s got a cool vibe the way it is. So, there it is.

So what the heck do you do down there, you must be asking. 

Come back next time folks for Our Little Farm, part 2.

Thanks for dropping by!

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