As the saying goes – ‘The corn is knee high by the fourth of July’. The picture below is Daryl out in the corn field tonight. We were just heading out to visit my brother’s family and I asked Daryl if he would stop by the corn field. He just looked at me and didn’t say a word. I think he’s getting used to me taking pictures of the farm stuff. So we stopped in the lane and he got out for me to take a picture. What a trooper! The corn really grew these past couple of days and pretty soon it’ll tassel. Once the first field tassels in the neighborhood, everyone is watching their fields to see when theirs will tassel. The fields never get watched as close as they will in the next couple of weeks. Then when your field tassels you can say in town, ‘yea our field tasseled the other day’… like it’s no big deal but you’ve really been waiting for it for weeks.
Daryl out standing in the field
Yesterday I was outside and saw something that I’ve never noticed in the 28 years that we’ve lived on the farm. I was by the calf shed, the one by the road, and noticed a small foot print in the cement. The foot prints are about 4 inches long and I asked Daryl about it. He said that it had to be his older brothers or sisters, and guessing 55 to 60 years ago they poured the cement. One of the older kids got to put their foot into it to mark the date. Do town people put their prints in their cement? Usually you put your hand print and only once in awhile do you see footprints in the cement. It was so cool to see the small print and think of how proud the brother or sister was that they got to be the one to mark the new building. I also saw a dog print in the cement. The old family dog’s name was Duke, so I’m thinking that someone had to hold his paw up to the cement beside the child’s footprint and put it into it. I’m wondering if the dog thought it was as big of a deal as everyone else, or if he wondered why it was OK this time to get into the wet cement and not get into trouble? What a sight that would have been. I wish that taking pictures was as common back then as they are now, because it really would have been a cool picture to see. Marking the cement was just another way to remember the building, and almost 60 years ago it sure left a memory on me. I can’t believe it took this long for me to find it!
If you look close on the left side you can see the paw print