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The Democratic Republic of Worth.

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Wed Jul 29, 2020 1:38 pm

Introduction.


These will be a collection of short stories of my life growing up on the farm.
And how a young boy slowly but surely took over the farm not for the majority but for the benefit of all.
There will be good times bad times and funny times.
And even sad times.
But most of all it is about how a small undersized child grew up to have compassion empathy and eventually became a man.
For those of you that remember this is a continuation of The River Of Time.
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Indian Corn.

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Fri Jul 31, 2020 3:53 pm

I was a wee thing in grade school living in Missouri about 10 miles north of a small town called Mountain Grove.
My family had moved there from Texas to escape the heat I guess.
Boy was that a mistake.
Maybe other reasons I will tell later on.
But we had a huge garden actually two huge gardens.
Well any kid raised on a farm in the 60's wanted Indian corn.
And by darn I wasn't an exception.
I wanted Indian corn and by darn I was going to grow it one way or another.
Saved pennies I collected on the side walk from the town square when my mom and dad went there on the weekend for shopping.
Big event back in those days for sure.
At least for me.
Got to see other people and so on.
Found enough pennies and bought me a pack of Indian corn at the feed store.

Must have been 9 maybe ten years old.
Right after my dad tilled the garden and the calendar said yes plant corn I made me a row with the big wheeled push tiller with the plow attachment and planted the corn.
My little arms were up way over my head pushing that thing down the garden.
Put up the stick with the seed pack on it proudly displaying here is Indian corn.
Probably 50 yards worth.

My daddy came out saw the packet and was flabbergasted.
He had other intentions for the area but I took it over.
Well being one that wouldn't let things go to waste I got to keep my Indian corn and besides it was my job to weed and hoe the garden anyway.
If I'm going to have to be a slave for someone I figured I had a say in what we grew and I wanted Indian corn.
Well I watered and weeded my corn and the summer grew long and hot.
The tassels came out the silks sprung up and the corn was pollinated.
That fall when the corn dried and was ready to pick I had me one of the best crops of Indian corn anyone could wish for.
Just in time for Halloween.
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