Back in my dads time. People would take apart and reassemble wagons on top of the barn at night and the guy would say how the hell did that happen when he woke up in the morning. Back then you didnt have computers to keep you occupied at night. So these types of pranks were played on people once and a while.

One time Doug and his buddies had acquired some BB guns. They were out shooting one day and they apparently went to a sewer plant and they shot these damn bottles full of holes. All this bleach was leaking out and an employee picked up one of the se bottles of bleach and it ruined his pants. I reprimanded them and disciplined them as well as bought the guy a new pair of pants.

The BB gun thing kept on going. talorp85gt and his buddies shot cars driving by. And I had to buy rear glass for the car that they shot up.

I also had a barn that had broken windows and I bought some new ones. About a week later. And there was holes in it. Now Mike shot it all up!! Give a kid a BB gun and he will shoot holes in it. Things never change. Kids will always get into mischief.

My daughter pstalker was always was sticking her finger in something. We were up north in that farm. When we bought it there was a basement that was half full and flooded of water. So I drained it all with a pump. And bought this cream separator. Doug was out there churning it and goofing off. pstalker stuck her finger in it. And it took off a chunk off the end of her finger.

On another occasion she climbed a tree and fell and got spiked on her leg someplace (she still has a scar today)

I was born and raised on a farm and after the second world war... when I came home, my dad and step mother lived on a farm that belonged to Verdas folks out by Ortonville, MI. My dad was interested in buying his own farm, but land was too expensive. He ended up buying 160 acres for 3600 dollars in the upper peninsula of Michigan. To make a long story short, I had empathy for my dad... and I said, “maybe I will go farming”.

I was working with a friend (Neil Bradent) and he was looking at repossessed tax lands to buy up in the same area. I told him about my Dads property and the prices. The next summer I found out that he bought a farm up there. So I said to myself... “well hell if he can do it.... then I can do it”. That was before the Mackinac bridge was built (in 1954).

We decided we would move up there together as a caravan. I had an old dodge truck and he had a jeep. So we set off to make our fortune up north.

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One time I was hitchhiking down in the south when I was a teenager. I got in the back seat of this Chevrolet and this old woman was driving it with her daughter and I thought she looked real nice. Pretty soon she rolled down the window and she gave a big spit out the window (snuff spit). And it went all over the window next to me and my opinion of her changed immediately. Funny how I was attracted to her, but then minutes later, that all changed.

My dad took us kids in 1932 (kidnapped us from our mother). We ended out in Alabama out in the hills. We stayed I this old lady’s house and she would sit there in a rocking chair. She chewed snuff and she would spit it into the fire and it would make a huge noise.

I also remember at the time when we were hiding from the sherrif, there were these mud slides out there by the river. We had a great time on them, even the colored people had one down by the other side of the river. Sadly these white guys put razor blades in their mud . . . Read More..