that wheat in your yard makes me smile. My grandparents were wheat farmers, they finally retired and moved to town when they were in their 80s. They moved to a new little house in a new subdivision. The front yard was landscaped but the backyard was empty, so Grandpa planted his little backyard in wheat.
I love it, Rhonda, that your grandpa planted wheat in his yard! That's just alright! My one set of grandparents were also wheat farmers. They happened to live out in southwest Kansas during the dirty '30's. Mom had a lot to tell about that.
Oh, and I forgot to ask you, how many bushels an acre do you think you will get? :) as a little girl, this is what I remember my grandpa and uncles and the other wheat farmers talking about, always bushels and acres. some years were good and some were bad.
LOL, I'll be happy if we get a big bowl-full! Yep, those bushels and acres are mighty important. :) When Mom was growing up in western Kansas in the Dirty '30's, they'd have a "decent" wheat crop coming on. Then, the hot south wind would blow, and "cook" the wheat in the head and shrivel it all up. I think that happened 3 years in a row, and might've been a factor in their moving back to central Kansas.
that wheat in your yard makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteMy grandparents were wheat farmers, they finally retired and moved to town when they were in their 80s. They moved to a new little house in a new subdivision. The front yard was landscaped but the backyard was empty, so Grandpa planted his little backyard in wheat.
I love it, Rhonda, that your grandpa planted wheat in his yard! That's just alright! My one set of grandparents were also wheat farmers. They happened to live out in southwest Kansas during the dirty '30's. Mom had a lot to tell about that.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I forgot to ask you, how many bushels an acre do you think you will get? :)
ReplyDeleteas a little girl, this is what I remember my grandpa and uncles and the other wheat farmers talking about, always bushels and acres.
some years were good and some were bad.
LOL, I'll be happy if we get a big bowl-full! Yep, those bushels and acres are mighty important. :) When Mom was growing up in western Kansas in the Dirty '30's, they'd have a "decent" wheat crop coming on. Then, the hot south wind would blow, and "cook" the wheat in the head and shrivel it all up. I think that happened 3 years in a row, and might've been a factor in their moving back to central Kansas.
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