A Great Childhood

I was born in 1964 to two wonderful people that loved each other. To be born and raised in a small town in northern Wisconsin is in itself a very nice thing, add in being raised on a farm and you have the makings of a great childhood full of memories that will never fade. I was fortunate to be the fourth child of five on our family farm, with two older sisters and an older brother, and a younger brother that showed many years later. The four of us older children grew up on the working farm. At the time it seemed to be so much work and such a drag to be raised this way, but as I look back on those years I feel truly blessed to have learned the values that my parents instilled in all of us.
We had our chores in the morning before school and our chores at night after supper. School of course was in between. I never had a hard time falling asleep, let me tell you we were a tired lot. I kind of dreaded the spring and summer, the picking stones, bummer. My brother (2years older) got to drive the tractor, and guess who had to pick the stones and throw them on the wagon. Needless to say this birth order seemed to always work out to my brothers advantage. So we plant the crop, not so bad, pitching manure. Not my favorite. I would rather drive the tractor and spread it. We shared the task of pitching it, so I can't complain too much. Baling hay. Now that's a thankless job. The height of summer, hotter then he'll, where am I? I'm on the hay wagon in long jeans and a flannel shirt so that I don't get cut up by the hay. Fill up that wagon and then bring it back to the barn, I am always in the mow. My brother gets to stand on the wagon and throw the bales up in the mow where I lay in wait to stack them. During the summer my parents let us pick cherries as well, so we could make money for school clothes and a little left to blow at the county fair. We got paid 25 cents a pail. They also let us ride our bikes to church and mow the cemetery. Hey, guess who got the rider and who got the push mower. Well, looking back it wasn't so bad. It would have been better had the church not been seven miles away. So I got to mow around all the grave stones while my brother mowed the rest with the rider.
Growing up in a family that worked hard and loved each other made me into the woman I am today. I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world.
So many things have changed since then, it's a treat to look back and enjoy that young girl that I was. My mother and father have both passed. I think of them every day. Last year we lost our sister. A great sadness engulfed me.
I thank God for the decent people he gave me to be my parents. They taught me valuable lessons, most of all they taught me about love and family.
Life has come full circle for me. I was just blessed with my first grandchild. I know she will be raised with love, and she will learn the value of family. I did my best to pass on what my parents taught me, and I'm sure my daughter will pass it along as well.
47luckystars 47luckystars
46-50, F
4 Responses Nov 30, 2012

Very nice. Love the farm, it is a lot of work but the rewards of a close family are worth more than city life. Surround yourself with people that love you.

My family. Both of my parents are gone, and I lost my oldest sister to a heart attack in 2011. She was only 53.

sounds like you have a nice simple childhood - what is ur greatest memory?

You have such great memories. I laughed when I read about picking up field stones. I have done this as well and it always seemed like there was always more to pick up as the frost pushed more up every season. I always liked haying for friends. It was a good work out and felt good helping out neighbors who needed the help.