I went to the neighbor’s place today to ask for some scrap (used) baling twine. I need it to tie up my two tomato plants and for a couple other projects. Being summer, he didn’t have much, but he gave me what he had. Poor folk’s farms used to be largely held together with baling wire. When the old stationary balers went the way of the dinosaur, we had to use the twine from the pull-behind balers to hold our fences and equipment together. With round bales and plastic twine taking over, even that is changing. Never did I dream that the day would come that we didn’t have cattle, or that baling twine would be a scarce commodity.
When taking a ride this afternoon, my wife and I were discussing how the farms were all growing up. You can’t see across the hills like in the days of our youth because of that change in land use, so the views are less panoramic than they used to be. Most of the old farmers we knew are dead, and there basically ARE no young farmers in our area. These days, living in the country means living in the woods. I like the woods, but I miss those views across the hills.
It’s been six months since I’ve had a job; at one time, there was plenty of work in the area. I was shocked the other day when a personnel manager actually returned my call, despite having no work for me. He was only the second person in six months to do so. So much for consideration and good manners.
My Great Aunt Marie always used to tell me that “time changes things.” How right she was! © 2013-