May Farms https://mayfarms.com Thu, 18 May 2017 01:00:11 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.7.5 Old Fashioned Humor https://mayfarms.com/old-fashioned-humor/ https://mayfarms.com/old-fashioned-humor/#comments Thu, 08 Sep 2016 15:11:10 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5553 I was starting to clean the garage at my folks’ house and found a manila envelope in my dad’s handwriting that said JOKES.  It is all from the 1960s, funnies cut out of different publications, simple innocent silly puns, and a few pages of one liners he thought were humorous.  I think they are too!  If any of you remember my dad, his dry wit may come to mind when you read these.  More of this kind of silly will be part of the 1960 themed decorations for the May Farms Christmas parties in December..we already have several reservations..hope you decide to come as well!  Here are a few of Alf’s one liners from the past:  *Know what happens to a girl that wears long dresses and tennis shoes? Nothing!  *Have you lived here all your life? Not yet.  *Chicken stopped in the middle of the road to lay it on the line.  *Stepped in front of a fast moving train..lucky me..it was backing up.  *Better to be rich and healthy than poor and sick!  *A stork stands on one foot because if he lifts it up he will fall down.  *I do about as well as a pickpocket in a nudist camp.  *Johann Bach invented box lunch.  *What key do you play in? Whiskey.

—There are many more—reading these brought back memories of him chuckling when he would say one, or of him going to his big wood desk in the den in search of a pen and paper to write one down when he heard it.  Hope you got as tickled reading these as I did!

~Stacie~

laughing

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Phrases from the Ages https://mayfarms.com/phrases-from-the-ages/ https://mayfarms.com/phrases-from-the-ages/#comments Wed, 24 Aug 2016 19:21:16 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5542 Things we used to say….dig deep and try to remember some sayings of the 60s.  My friend and classmate Liz Bitzer commented on me writing “Toodles” to end a letter, so thanks to her we are all going to be coming up with things we used to say.  I knew my mother was above and beyond mad when she said “hells bells”…this is truly the worst thing she said.  She’d tell me she knew I was “tuckered out” rather than taking me to a doctor for a possible diagnosis of hyperactivity.  My grandpa would say “hold your horses” … “For crying out loud” and “goodness gracious” we’re commonly said, and if my dad said he was going to “visit the Jon” my mother would scowl at him (this was somewhat not classy, I guess, to say in front of your daughter).  When someone gave up they “petered out” and if something was pretty neat it was “peachy.”  Before bed at night I was told “good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

What can you come up with?

Remember was “blitzed” was?

Put your thinking caps on!

~Stacie~

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Meet and Greet with Bob Seay https://mayfarms.com/meet-and-greet-with-bob-seay/ https://mayfarms.com/meet-and-greet-with-bob-seay/#respond Mon, 22 Aug 2016 15:08:42 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5534 Come in tomorrow night (8/23/16) for a special meet and greet with State Congressional Candidate Bob Seay.  Enjoy a farm fresh meal and get a chance to talk with Bob about his plans for office.

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Riders of Kiowa https://mayfarms.com/riders-of-kiowa/ https://mayfarms.com/riders-of-kiowa/#comments Wed, 17 Aug 2016 20:53:13 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5527 8.17.16 blog picture

If looking at the picture above of the scrapbook makes you want to see it, I don’t blame you one bit!  Vickie Blain Northcutt had stored this scrapbook and also a Riders Of The Kiowa Adams County 4H scrapbook in her closet forever, and she kindly loaned them to me to fix and share.  The next few blogs will be about the scrapbook in the picture.  It starts in 1965 and lovingly handwritten on each page are descriptions of photos, clippings, fliers, etc. by each year’s historian.  1965 has Sherry Kissler and Dean Burkhart as historians.  Peggy Renner and Judy Herskind were 1966 (there are pages of photos for 1966…if you would like to see some next week, let me know). 1967 has lots of photos as well, some in color, but no noted historian.  Linda Wright was the 1968 historian, but I don’t see one for 1969.  The scrapbook needs a little TLC and when it’s ready to be seen, I’ll let you know.  This book ends in 1971.  The scrapbook contains many pictures from the Deertrail Rodeo and Bennett Harvest Festival.

There are photo fliers of the bands, tickets to the dances, many newspaper articles, letters…this is a slice of our lives in a burlap covered book.  I randomly opened to 1967 and these folks are in photos…Jeanette Frick, Kent Crisman, Marlee Kissler, Kalvin Tupps, Don Frick, Rex Wailes, Nancy Woodis, Sally Danforth, Earl Tupps, Billy Bordner, Kurt Blain, Phyllis Vetter, Randy Rhine, Melody Rhine, Frank Roberts.  These names sure spark memories!  In 1966 “Our Leaders Bob and Violet Vetter” appear in many photos and writings.  Irreplaceable are scrapbooks such as these.  I look forward to having these two ready to be looked at, touched, loved once again.

Thanks Vickie, for allowing me to share these special books.

~Stacie~

 

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Field Trips https://mayfarms.com/field-trips-2/ https://mayfarms.com/field-trips-2/#respond Wed, 03 Aug 2016 14:25:40 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5465 I have been busy booking field trips for September and October.  Doing so inspired me to remember field trips we took in the 1960s.  The first one I recall was a bunch of us going to Tachahara’s carrot operation, left on the Hoyt Road and 4 miles or so north.  Eileen T. was a grade above me with David Palmer, Billy Nordloh, Gale Ehmann, Gail Duryea, etc., and Eileen’s brother Alan was two grades (I think) below me, with Eva Todd, Terri Hubbs, Greg Mock, Martin Cordova, etc.  I remember a wall of fresh carrots in gunny sacks, all stacked neatly in a shady and cool barn or large building.  We were all given a carrot, complete with dirt and green top, to nosh on.  Man, that was good!!  The rest of our field trips were oh so predictable, and I would imagine you had the same ones……bus ride to the Natural History Museum (bring a clipboard and take notes, as this is an educational trip), and our soggy, warm sack lunches, guarded by Leroy Mosbarger the bus driver, eaten afterward at the park.  Then we could run and play.  Our other option was the zoo.  We did this every year, and it never lost its “I can’t wait” feeling.  I have a slide of the room mothers from 4th-6th grade who went along the year I was in 4th grade (our teacher was Mrs. Magill).  Off the top of my head was Bonnie Smith, Shirley Diedrich, Ruth Paine, Bernice Linnebur (my mom), Mary Todd…the only male was Leory Mosbarger (poor man).  All the moms wore dresses, jackets and had lovely handbags in various colors…and the up-do hairdos!  Quite a snazzy bunch from school district 32J!

What are your 1960s school field trip memories?

denver meseum

His Tree Buff,

Stacie

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Quack Quack https://mayfarms.com/quack-quack-9/ https://mayfarms.com/quack-quack-9/#respond Wed, 03 Aug 2016 14:21:21 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5463 “If your life is free of failures you’re not taking enough risks.”  ~ Unknown

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Quack Quack https://mayfarms.com/quack-quack-8/ https://mayfarms.com/quack-quack-8/#respond Wed, 27 Jul 2016 15:28:29 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5454 “What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”

~ Richard Bach

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Beat the Heat https://mayfarms.com/beat-the-heat/ https://mayfarms.com/beat-the-heat/#respond Wed, 27 Jul 2016 15:26:52 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5452 ice cream stock tankNow it’s time to hear some of your favorite memories from the 60s…lets narrow this down to summertime in the 60s.  I really can’t think of one thing I did not like about my life in this era, so there is much for me to share about what I DID like.  Summertime food favorites would be anything not homemade…a trip to the Red And White grocery store in the summer would sometimes end up with mother telling me I could bring a box of frozen fudgcicles to the counter.  I remember Kenny Cassidy calling them “fudd-Ickles” and how that would tickle me and Edna Hinkle!  Running through the sprinklers, rolling in the freshly mown grass in the moonlight, finding tadpoles in the ditches after a rain with my buddy Brian Robbins, and walking everywhere barefoot are some of my best memories.  Then there were those summer evenings when the fire siren would blow and either mom would call Grandma Grace, or Grandma Grace would call mom and we’d all 3 pile into our blue Buick to follow the string of cars that followed the fire truck to the fire.  My treehouse was a haven for me, and I spent hours daily on that small plank of wood reading, coloring, daydreaming.  School was always light years away in the summer.  The absence of technology gave us all the freedom to be kids and use our imaginations…of course, this was after doing whatever our folks needed us to do, allowance-free.  I never even considered asking for or thinking I would get money for helping.

Uh-oh…this is the place for your memories of summer, and I’ve gotten off on a roll that could be very long, so I’m stopping.

Chime in.

Are your favorites like mine?

~Stacie~

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The Old Elevator https://mayfarms.com/the-old-elevator/ https://mayfarms.com/the-old-elevator/#respond Wed, 20 Jul 2016 20:51:22 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5444 PART_1468893895758_20160718_194901

Harvest methods may change but the feel of harvest never does.  The 1960s brought the same anticipation, worry, relief if you got a crop, grief if you lost one, the same scurry to find help, sneezing, endless work clothes to be washed, the same hasty runs for parts, sack lunches, and boredom with eating baloney sandwiches.  To me,  is a landmark that says “home” the minute it can be seen.  In the 60s it had the red letters of FMA on the side (Farmers Marketing Association).  As there was nothing north of I70 other than the Longhorn Motel and Restaurant, Cal’s Liquor, the ASC office (known today as FSA) and later the Skelly Station, the town of Byers for the most part was in its original place…south of the tracks.  During harvest it was a congested area by the grain elevator, because the post office (now Eastern Plains Women’s Resource Center), grocery stores (Red And White where Bradbury Land And Cattle Co. is) and Ehmann’s Grocery (where the old Byers America was), Floreth’s Hardware (Lippitt Hardware) and Byers State Bank (empty, next to hardware) were booming businesses.  Keep in mind the park had swings, a really tall (at least I thought it was) sliding chute and monkey bars, so there were generally kids in n the park.   Don’t ask me why my mother allowed me to ride my bike to the post office with all the wheat trucks and hubbub going on during harvest, but I did survive and delivered the mail each time, more importantly, the much anticipated and heavy mail order catalogs from Penneys, “Monkey” Wards and Sears.  I don’t recall road rage, being afraid of the harvest crew men from other states, or wearing sunscreen (of course we didn’t), bug spray (nope) or a helmet in case I fell off and scraped my nose.  Through it all, the tall white elevator kept an eye on all of us and our busy lives.  In December I just could hardly wait until the star came on every evening atop the elevators flat head.  Each of our towns has old and new grain storage facilities, and I’m sure you have special memories of your town’s old elevator by the railroad tracks.

Sign me

Ellie Vay Tor

(AKA Stacie)

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Old Friends and New Times https://mayfarms.com/old-friends-and-new-times/ https://mayfarms.com/old-friends-and-new-times/#respond Wed, 29 Jun 2016 23:01:28 +0000 https://mayfarms.com/?p=5436 The Byers High School reunion was Saturday.  We are so lucky to have gone to school here (as are the Bennett, Strasburg, Deer trail and Agate alumni).  Folks from graduating classes from the 1940s to the 2000s attended, and everyone visited…not just class members, but everybody.  THIS is community and small town.  Thank you to those who work hard to get us all together and put these wonderful reunions on so we can see one another.  It was beautiful when we all stood in the old gym and sang the school song!  Decades separated many, yet all of us played in this old gym, went to assemblies, had inside recess during bad weather days, P.E., prom, homecoming dances, pep rallies, Christmas and spring concerts, school plays, and even funerals.  The schools were truly the heart of our small towns…I don’t think it’s quite like that now, but our kids and grandkids are still lucky to go to one of our local schools.  I remember Miss Armes (who then became Mrs. Vetter) and was the home ec and business teacher when I was in elementary school…she seriously hasn’t changed.  I’d have known her anywhere.  Same with Mr. Bodkin (our high school principal and coach) and Mr. Hoyer (history teacher and coach).  Genetics are amazing, as all the Ehmann girls, all the Summers’ girls, Eldringhoff siblings and Woodis siblings hadn’t changed.  Well, maybe slightly, but like Miss Armes I’d have known them anywhere.  Of course our school secretaries Mrs. Parks (Nadine Gaudot) and Mrs. Pitts (Illene) are timeless!  Kristine Reed showed up wearing her high school letter sweater, complete with pins and awards just like it was when she graduated in 1960.  When life gets too busy and we are feeling overwhelmed and alone, think back to this reunion and remember how many friends you still have…and if you weren’t there, we missed you (and probably talked about you).          In a good way.

Please add your comments and don’t forget to share this blog!

From the class of ’75,

~Stacie~

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