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classic33

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Have to feed a lot more people than your(at that time, at least in my families' case) 10 person family.
Similar size, but the workers who followed doubled the thresher, doubled that.

There's five left out of the 15 that followed it. I've worked for three of them on their farms since. One farm has been passed down through the family, aside from from the REPS he'd sooner sell it.
 
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Gravity Aided

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Hard to keep the old ways going, gets harder each year. Many, if not most, of the old farms in the States are owned by corporations. My family lost alot of our land and living when the trolley cars came in. Then there was no need of the big Norman horses to draw a horsecar. But a lot of people have recently gone from the land, and I think it is troublesome for them to adapt. I just finished a novel by Sebastian Barry, called Annie Dunne, about new and old Ireland back about 1960.
 

EltonFrog

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Porridge for breakfast.
 
The Saga of the Dead Frog.
My wife came in early this morning from watering the greenhouse saying that there was a frog sat on top of a tomato pot being very still and looking lifeless, it didn't move when she watered the pots, so could I go and check and if so remove it. I went up a bit later and had a good look round but couldn't see anything. Mind you I seem to be as blind as a bat this morning. I rang her up to verify where it was, far end of the greenhouse in the corner. I went up and checked again, sure enough, there it was crouched in the top of the pot. I picked up a watering can and poured some water on the pot and frog and it immediately leapt into the air and onto the floor.
 
The Saga of the Dead Frog.
I had an incident of a similar nature.
I had got a handful of seeds potted up and they were sitting happily in the greenhouse. I went in to water them a couple of days after planting and found that one of the pots had all its compost messed up. I assumed a pheasant had got in and had a go (as they have previous for this) so firmed the compost back down. It all flew back out of the pot. I leapt about 10 feet in the air and squeaked. Once I'd plucked up courage and sneaked back in for a look and a cautious prod, I found a toad lurking under the surface.
 
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