Bank Barns & Pork Chops
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- Опубликовано: 16 июн 2024
- Bank barns & pork chops; do they go together? Today I'm showing you how to grill easy and fast delicious pork chops, and I'm telling stories about my life growing up on our 200 year old farm. Specifically, how Grandpa and I picked and ground corn from our corn cribs, in the bank barn. It was a laborious process, hand shoveling ear corn from place to place and feeding it into a hammer mill driven by the belt pulley on the Farmall H. Grandpa was in his seventies and I was just a kid, but somehow we survived hard work, just as our ancestors had. Some of my best childhood memories are of working and climbing around in our old barns, and I will take you there.
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Pete, I really enjoy the videos and the book was an excellent read. You are really adding to the world with these videos, and I for one depend on them to keep my sanity, as a farm boy turned software developer. I have to say, though - I am always put off by the "safety sam" and "efficiency elves" quips. You are reducing yourself every time you use these, and it comes off as defensive. I suspect that what you are reacting to is mostly people who are really just trying to be helpful - but maybe RUclips comments are an imperfect medium for conveying intent. The people who view your videos time after time are your supporters any by and large we mean well - even the ones who focus on safety and efficiency. Something to think about.
Sorry about that James. The fact is, I don't deal well with people telling me what to do, especially with the anonymity the internet offers. I guess that's why it's suited me to be my own boss for most of my life. And I have some (a lot of, actually) resentment toward the "nanny culture" that is present these days. Part of being a successful farmer is being fiercely independent, and this is some of the baggage that comes with it.
@@JustaFewAcresFarm Yeah, understood. I love to recount the ways I tried to kill myself on the farm to my son, who wonders what a "buzzsaw" was, why you needed "hay hooks", and what was so fun about walking on the moving tracks of a bulldozer. But now I live in the burbs, and I don't even let him ride his bike in the street alone. Progress marches on?
Well said James
I say ignore the haters and focus on the good! The internet is vicious for no reason what so ever. You have a true and loyal following because of you who you are. I could only imagine how hard it must be for you to not read the criticism, but there is more love then good on this channel. Focus on the love ❤️
@@3Sphere Well stated!
These are memories of a time gone by - an America that really doesn't exist anymore. Thank you so much for sharing. You have a keen sense of how to interest your viewers, and you're very good at story-telling. I would like to see more videos like this!
Total agree!
@Bill Chase you are %100 correct
I agree 100% ole BIller! :)
@@Cooperboy7676 Daver!
Where else can you go and get a lesson on the history of corn harvest, storage and pork chop cooking as a bonus? Thanks Pete!
I agree!
Picking corn had an added bonanza when I was young on the farm. Picking the corn pushed the pheasants to the end of the field where I would be with a shotgun. Thanksgiving dinner flew right into my line of sight and onto our table. Those times are long gone. Thanks for the memories Pete.
Just wanted to tell you how much I love your stories. When I hear you tell them so many memories of my own come flooding back! Thank you so much.
Your grandpa’s barn brings the same feelings for you as mine brings for me. I loved climbing around on the wooden skeleton. Grandpa found some old metal signs and when he’d find another one it would get nailed up on the walls of the cribs. The inside was a virtual advertisement.
The rustle of the cornstalks and loading the corncobs in the granary, I remember that dust. We’d be covered. But it was just dust. No pesticides, no chemicals and maybe that was why our lungs survived so well. Grandpa was a blacksmith. He had a huge anvil that belonged to his grandpa. I watched him make two pairs of shoes for an elderly man who had a team of horses he pulled a wooden wagon with. One was black and one was white. You could hear the clanks and jingles and clip clop of hooves coming from a long way off and I would go to the picket fence in front of our house just to watch them pass by. The sound of their hooves was different after grandpa put the metal shoes on them. More of a loud thud penetrating into the ground rather than the gentler more natural sound of bare hooves. Yes, I could tell if a horse was shod by the sound of their hooves. There were only a couple of other families who still used wagons then (that was in the 50’s). I hope whoever has grandpa’s anvil appreciates the stories it could tell. Oh for those days! Thanks Pete! Your chops looked delicious and your stories about the farm always remind me.
I could sit and listen to these story's all day. My grandfather had a barn with a corn crib
I’m in my late 20’s and get a solid laugh out of my peers spending hours trying to come up with an “easier” way to accomplish the same task I’m already done and over with. Strange how just picking up an hand tool and putting some backbone into the job gets it done!
Do not beat yourself up, we all have been there, sweat labor never hurts. Have fun, we only go through life ONCE! 😊
Sometimes the best way to do a job is to do it the way it's always been done.
I worked on a local NY dairy farm for a year after high school. 60 cows. We filled corn cribs too back then. I remember hand-picking corn ears in spots that were too wet for the tractor and picker to get through. These days the corn cribs stand empty. I used to climb up the silo every morning and throw down silage. No automatic unloader. It was hard work every day. And I walked 2 miles to the farm from my home, even in the winter. I earned enough to buy my first car. 😁 It was all good.
I remember my Dad picking corn by hand with horses pulling and old wagon! Before he got his first ford Tractor pulling a one row picker! Playing in the haymow was a favorite memory…
Boy if people had to work that hard today….
We had a building called a brooder house! Rats lived under it! It was fun shooting them heading to the corn crib. Shot them out the kitchen window. So fun
Love your videos
Pete, thank you for your lovely memories. You're a good storyteller/teacher. So pleasant and relaxing. I'm really enjoying this channel.
We had in ground silo and we never had a loader on tractor. We wheelbarrowed. load by load to dairy cows 1 pulling and 1 pushing out to fence to feed. We also had to pitchfork manure into a wagon and then two of us would pitchfork off in field. I’m almost 71 now.
Your description of your Grandfather's operation was almost identical to my Uncle Joe's farm near Stayner Ontario that I visited as a child till the mid-80s - right down to the belt driven hammer mill grinding 'chop' for the dairy cows. I used to drive the tractor pulling the binder & stook the grain sheaves. He used a belt driven threshing machine that blew the grain in the granary & the saw into the mow. Threshing day brought together a dozen friends & family & ended with a feast. Your description of the sights, smells, and sounds brought back many many fond memories of happy childhood vacations. Thank-you so much for all your efforts, stay safe, God Bless.
Don’t listen to the haters Mr. Pete. We all watch your videos for a reason and that’s because it’s just so enjoyable to watch. Keep doing things the way you wanna do them.
Pete, this must be one of my favorite vidoes. You speak of you grandfather with pasison. I remember your grandpa very well and remember the barn just as you described it, incluidng the old car body in the SW corner above the graneries. Grandpa D was sa pecial Uncle and I remember MIke as well. Good luck, keep up the awexome videos, and hope to see you soon.
Hi Ed, I was thinking about that car body when I was making the video! It must have been an old Ford. I also remember Uncle Timmy had stretched a deerskin on a wood frame up there. Nice to hear from you!
I about fell out of my chair at 2:00 when you said “elementary” school with the prolongation in the middle. My gf was raised in upstate NY before her family moved out here to the pacific northwest and she’s the only person I’ve ever heard say it like that until now.
Everywhere people complaining. I enjoy all of your stories. Thank you
Doing some of the chores you described as a teenager when it got hot or the manure was heavy and the job needed done right away I remember just leaning into the work and push all that much harder and the others working with us just looked at me and shook their heads but I ate that kind of stuff up like candy it gave me a satisfaction type feeling that I have now some 62 year later.
Wow, same here. Grew up on the farm and did all the same things you said. Filled wagon, then went out and scooped it into the cattle feeder. One day we were doing that and dad said boys now change from right hand scooping to left hand scooping. Actually gave you a break in a way. Then go back to the right. That was the good ol days. Kids today would faint at the thought of doing that. Thanks for sharing Iowa is watching
I love old farm buildings and have worked for over 50 years to repair and restore them as part of the heritage of the farms I’ve owned or worked on. However at some point some have to go. Today I started taking down our old loafing shed, vintage who knows when…but was attached to our 1890 barn. I needed to repair and expand the barn on that side and keeping the shed would have prevented expanding the barn to house part of my growing collection of equipment….plus move our firewood storage closer to the house. While some have advocated building with modern materials, the extension is going in with post and beam construction with barn-board siding to match the rest of the structure. It isn’t the most efficient layout or system, but it works and keeps in sync with the rest of the farm.
my great grandfather had a corn picker relatively close to the picture at 2:59. he just used gravity wagons and an elevator into those circular metal corn cribs. Seen a few pictures of him from the 40's guy was 6-5 and built like a nfl linebacker. I feel extremely lucky I got to know him a bit in the 90s and early 2000's
This video brought back so many memories from growing up on the family farm from the 50's to mid 60's. That's how it was done back then.
I enjoyed this show today. I enjoyed my Grandpa’s farm more than I can ever say. Like you I remember the smells. To this day I remember the smell Of early morning dew on the grass. My life on the farm was all fun and Grandma’s cooking on a coal/ wood stove. Thanks again for the video.
And Grandma was a 5 star chef, we just said THANK YOU & gave her a BIG HUG! 👍
My grandfather always said farm kids were mighty powerful kids. He like many back then were farmed out. It took me years to figure it out. I now live on a farm established in 1890 in south central pa. All the original structures are in good working order.
Thank you for this video. I too remember shoveling ear corn into a belt driven hammer mill with my dad. It felt so good when the hammer mill was shut off. In the winter we would wear 2 pair of cotton gloves and shovel corn with an aluminum scoop shovel. I remember my fingers getting nearly frozen and going into the house to warm them up with cold water that felt warm.
I’ll add my voice to the chorus and tell you how very descriptive your storytelling is!! It’s like a mini vacation for me about every time I tune in.
You never take for granted that your tales are uninteresting or feign ignorance if you truly do not know something, which tells me you are a person with a knack for learning!
Thank you for ALL you do and I could almost taste the pork you were cooking… mmmm!
I grew up on a small farm. Guess that is why I love old tractors and barns. We look for your videos every night. Thank you.
Hi Pete, I’m a genuine “Safety Sam” (Retired Safety Manager) and just get a hoot out of hearing your references to the safety geeks. Love the videos and look forwarded to each new upload. Now about that giant belt drive… 🤣
Yes, it's a time for a good story, also time for cooking good home grown pork. Ooh yes you can combine it together, and we are having a great video.😀
Great Stories.
I grew up in rural Arizona. Not many animals, but we grew Watermelon, cotton, and "Florist" flowers.
No tractors: we used horses.
I still love those sounds and smells, and I am going on 80.
Thanks for your memories!
I have so enjoyed listening to your memories of the past days of farming. I'm a few years older than you, but grew up much the same way, shoveling corn and manure, running the old Super A and 460, picking corn one row at a time and so on. I now live on the "extension farm" my dad bought to enlarge his property. He never farmed for a living but had the foresight to purchase the farms when land was affordable. I started farming at age 16, with a herd of Hereford cows purchased with money I saved from working for my dad who was a commercial roofer. Later I ended up in agricultural business, selling feed, fertilizers and spray and doing custom farm work. Like you I learned to work the hard way, by actually doing it. I am now a full-time pastor but, I love remembering those times of my life when the I was farming. I guess I really just wanted to say please keep making the videos. It keeps us "old farmers" connected even though we no longer make our living on the land. By the way, watching your winter project on the MD inspired my to get my own shop back up and working. This year I plan on rebuilding my old loader and maybe even an JD 2010 if I can find one I can afford. God bless you and yours. Brian Borger, Franklin, PA
I very much enjoy your stories of growing up on the working farm. Our collie, Rusty would have enjoyed swapping stories with Mike. Rusty used to follow in the wheel track of the hay pickup. When a mouse would dart out at the end of a windrow it was on! Rusty would have it in no time flat. We'd pick up the dead mice and put them in the twine boxes. When we'd pull into the farm yard with the baler the cats would come running hoping to feast on Rusty's bounty.
Efficiency elves can pound sand! Hard physical work is nothing to shy away from. A slower pace of life is not a poor life.
The thing I remember most about our farm is the smell of he old tractor shed only have to get a wiff of old oil and it brings back memories.
If you have any interest in farming, go look at bank barns. Truly a classic work of art!
I remember those days. I had a rat killing dog too. He would really get after them. In one day we got 75 between he and my bb gun. Tobacco was my job I didn't care for then, but know I am grateful for all the hard work we did... enjoyed your videos.
We had a no 10 international hammermill for grinding feed. We still have that mill in our barn along with the flat belt that drove it. We used a farmall M to power it and we would grind barly and oats to make a very fine feed for our pigs and cows.
I want a hammermill and i didnt knoe people grinded barley and oats
I like the way you tell your boyhood memories spent in the farm. It sure put a smile on my face. Those are the memories that define you.
That hard work you did then is what makes you who you are today. I know for myself I would not have it any other way.
Pete, spent many days loading wagons out of the corncrib,and oat and barley bins for agway to grind, they had a big truck that came on Thursdays,,,you could smell the molasses all through the barn,bought some of your chops today and had one for dinner,,,it was delicious,,thanks for sharing,,take care
The good old days, the way you tell it takes me back..... but the worst was cleaning the calf pens in the spring ....
Used to use snap link + hammer chains in a manure spreader and an electric elevator-conveyor. If the spreader (JF Danish) was loaded above marker level, the chains would snap. The elevator-conveyor carried bacon but the chain joints reset themselves and went solid {Seized} alternately which was a version of self-adjusting.
I love listening to stories of past years. I wish I would have appreciated it more when I was young and my family was still alive.
Don't forget hooking up the H to the buzz saw. Cutting fire wood from the smaller branches for the wood stove in the kitchen. The huge wood stove grandma would use for the Thanksgiving turkey. The small fire box.
My Mom (born 1931) told about pulling bales of hay out to make tunnels through the hayloft. Of course those tunnels turned into cubbie hole forts. She and her brother were left to themselves a lot. Thank the Lord they lived through it! But they loved going to Grandmother's farm. She said her Grandmother saved the family farm during the depression by hosting chicken dinners for town people at her big old farmhouse. She made most everything from scratch only buying flavoring, sugar, salt, a few other things from the huckster wagon. And she traded him eggs for most of that. Huge garden, orchard, ice house, spring house. That woman worked from before sunup until dark. I wish I had known my greatgrandmother. I love your farm stories. I can smell the corn crib too.
My grandfather died in 1959. He was a sharecropper in SC for tobacco, cotton, corn and etc. He never had a tractor only mules and plows. So love the farm stories. I lost my daddy last year at 92. I miss his stories. Thank you for sharing.
My papa used to harvest corn by hand and my dad (who was 3 of the time) would drive the tractor up and down as my papa would throw corn onto the trailer.
We used a bank barn until 2015, in 2016 it was burned down intentionally because it became dangerous. We used a hammer mill aswell until 2015, I have a video of us using it on my channel. That sound is forever saved in my ears as good memories. We also used one row pickers. I would do it all over again if I could. I often look back at my videos with my grandfather reminiscing and planning to carry on the legacy of farming.
This is my first time commenting. I couldn't help replying to the part of this video where you mentioned as a child your playing in the barn, jumping around on the bales of hay, etc. I had a ball doing as you did, but I also remember just laying on the new hay, listening to the rain fall on the tin barn roof. What a time. The smells of new hay, the sound of rain, the .... -- what a great time. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES! Oh, and thanks for wearing the Hawkeye T-shirt. I worked for over 33 years at that institution.
Pete, I’m around the same age as you and have the same memories with both of my grandpa’s picking and shelling corn, rats running for their lives, and playing in the hay mow… reminds me of the Roy Clark song, Yesterday When I Was Young… “Yesterday, when I was young the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as though it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame”…Thanks for the memories!
HI there Pete. Thanks for that. I had never heard of a Bank barn, hay shoot or hammer mill. You are so right about hard work. I try and tell my children and other youngsters the way things were done when I was a kid. I get some strange looks and I'm thinking this is nothing like my Grandpa's day. My Grandpa was in an Elite force called the Long Range Dessert Group in WW2. They operated up to 1000 miles behind enemy lines living on Sunshine, Sand and I don't know what. They used bananas to keep a hot differential working, cooked food on the truck bonnet and provided a taxi service for the British SAS (nicknamed the Lybian Taxi Service) and fought with them. These guys were seriously tough and hard working. Grandad was the GPS unit for his patrol meaning he navigated by the start find their way around. I still miss him. Thank you for sharing about you life as a boy on the same farm working with your Grandpa. It means a lot to me!
LETS GO HAWKEYES!!!!! I'm from Iowa! my grandpa picked corn with a john Deere 4010
Love the memories you share with us. I despised shoveling ear corn. For every scoop, half the ears fall off. Just drove me nuts. Lol. Pitchforked tons of manure out the barn widows. That was work, but occasionally missed the window with a forkful... Well. It was a dirty job. Such is life working on a farm. But I'm grateful for the experiences I had. Thank you Sir. ✌️🖖
Excellent Video & Memories like did on Farming I remember lots stuff talking about Pete :) also in my younger days ! I still got my hearing also eyesight plus excellent lungs too Lol and wild we did back then Pete :)! Also Corn on cob in crib on home farm I grew up was 60 feet high also 50 feet long we had 40 shouets bring on metal sleigh scoup in shovel like showed in 40 kg of chop feed bags load full box of 2 1979 GMC 3/4 ton pickups of 60 bags right out Tailgate down then Handmill in barn do up for 9 hours every weekend for chop feed for cows plus grain too ! Pick corn in field was down by cousin of ours in farm trucks to till my dad & uncle found at farm auction sale 2 row picker fill in square metal box wagons 1986 year took lots work keep going too Lol! But how fill up corn crib outside was a PTO drive elevator and go thru ever top shoute open of 40 them till full in August to September months before Silo corn was ready ! Yes in barn we had ladder shoute for High up from second floor to roof to and had slide door in basement to get from 2 spots plus for Hay or Straw bales plus by stairs to basement to second in milk station was chop box scoup over square shoute hole to basement in square box also dirty job of clouds of chop feed be corn from Handmill or grains too plus both together! Also water for cows inside was water metal bowls cows put snout on get feed in from plumbing of well and outside was concerte block in V shape of plumbing took 2 hours fill up sometimes in Winter freezing up so inside cows heat unthawed pipes from body heat if not warm days wait for ! Silo corn put metal square boxs weight be full about 20 pounds pitch fork near Silo on cement block to get box outside fill 4 fork loads each time! I know sounds weird but that was way I got show do to and give me lots strength in arms plus body also lots fun times!
The joy in your voice telling your stories is wonderful. Thanks for sharing.
You remember many memmories of us farm boys,thanks for reliving our youth
I remember as a boy earagating cotton and alfalfa it was a big deal that I got to do this . Best memories 💓
Awesome story Pete...my g-pa use to pick corn too.. with a new idea 1 row picker with a farmall super M T/A...we put it in round steel corn cribs to dry....then we would take it to town to sell it....I remember that well....loved being with my g-pa
You are lighting up thinking of the old days happy days
Pete - your story of the bank barn and climbing and playing in the hay mow is taking me back to my childhood in the '60s. Your description of the barn is like you describing my Dad's barn. Also a century barn put together with wooden pegs and mortise and tenon joints. It was eventually dismantled piece by piece by a mennonite work crew and reassembled at a local agricultural museum property.
Thank u so much for sharing your stories with us!!!! My great grandparents lived to be 96 and 104. I so wish I had recorded their stories. ♥️
Thank you Pete. The chops are makin me hungry!
So many things you talked about with your grandfather are part of the memories I have from being a kid back in the 40s and 50s. I used a fork and shovel a lot moving a lot of different materials. The farm nextdoor had a hammer mill they put the M on, with a wide belt. They had a storage "bin" with removable boards.
A farmer I worked for when I was 14/15 years old, stored the corn in a slatted crib. Put in and taken out by shovel. We hauled it "to town" to have it ground into corncob meal. Then bring it back to the farm in bags and dump it on the concrete floor inside the stanchions in the dairy barn. He bought a few amendments we added to the meal and mixed it with the "two pile" system. As you moved from pile to the other the feed would cascade down the side of the pile and mix "good enough". He had a metal drum, the biggest one I've ever seen, that was at least 5 feet in diameter. Of course with a lid.
That stanchion area and some horse stalls were under the "bank barn". Those are good memories of good days. I treasure them. So often when you speak of things in early your life, you light a fire in my memory and allow me to relive a time that few people know anything about. There was an essence of life that we had then, that like so many other things in this Country, we have allowed to die or be killed off... in the name of progress:( . To people who never knew it, I say "I'm sorry". You missed something special.
I spent the first 14 years of my life around Vestal Center NY. It is interesting how many barns are configured mostly the same It brings back many fond memories. I was familiar with 4 different barns and 3 of the 4 are still standing.
We had a newer corn picker when I was young. It was a New Idea we used the hay wagon and i used to walk behind the wagon and pickup ears of corn that fell off or missed the wagon. The smell of the corn is so pleasant. Have a good day.
The smell of the corn... If you ever move away from where corn is grown for a while and then move back, you realize how much the corn grown in the fields surrounding everything, peppers the air with that smell. I never realized home had a smell and that smell is field corn. :)
Pete, Our haymow was on the right and the horse stalls on the left. They had an old basketball hoop in the thrashing floor. There was a hay rail along the peak from end to end. The sounds, the smells, your description brought it all back to me and I had tears from the memory. I wish I had that life back. Thank you.
I was fortunate to experience many of your same memories, hay forts come to mind. That rural America just doesn't exist anymore, unfortunately.
I was born in 1932 and you have described dairy farming in the first half of the 20's century. That's how it was done before the grain combine and hay bailer. You description of the hand-hewn post and beam bank barn was very accurate. At that period in time it was a good design, particularly the loose hay and grain storage in the second floor. The food was stored overhead and gravity used to get it down to the animals below. Also, in those days timber was available for post and beam construction.
I remember those days, all the work we did didn’t seem like work because that is how it was done. When I cleaned the pig pens and cow gutter, I used a shovel and a wheelbarrow in the winter and wheeled the manure on a pile in the winter. In the spring we would load the manure pile into a spreader. Those were the days.
Pete-
Love the shirt, I'm an Iowa Native myself. I enjoy the content you post on a regular basis, it makes me miss the farm life.
Don't worry about these internet "efficiency" experts. You do things the way YOU want them done.
I had to check the comments for fellow Iowans hello from Des Moines !!
@@CPthetooladdict I'm from Denison, currently reside in South Texas. I miss the Iowa summers.
@@kingkoopa1621 Iowan from Fort Dodge. Go Hawks!
This is like listening to my mom telling stories of grandpa's farm. I always wanted that to be my life on the farm.
You brought some good old memories. I've done and experienced all of these things. I had a dog like yours and his name was Yogi. He would grab the rats just as you said. He was a police dog flunky, so kinda the same.
Love these memories!
My grandma has a bank barn still up and it's been through dairy and pigs to beef cattle then now its storage for hay,straw and houses 7ish horses and 42 chickens (my chickens) those bank barns are built strong and can last super long cause they were built to last
I assume it’s built into the side of a hill and therefore called a bank barn?
@@jeannedigennaro6484 most are but my grandma's (and would be my papa's which got destroyed by a tornado) is built on flat ground with a man made hill built on the north
I to have memories of grandpaws barns and all the chores but there was always fun to be had when the chores were done, actually i miss doing the chores surrounded by family
Love your stories Pete you just took me way back…i remember our barn and crib so well!! Who knew then that those were the best yrs of our lives
He sounds soo happy to tell this story 🍻
Such great memories. Thanks for sharing. 🥩🌽🐀🥰
Love listening to your stories. Amazing life.
What a great story!! Brings back memories of my uncle's farm. Thank you for sharing.
🐼 Big Bear Hugs from a 68 yr old grandma in Kirby, Texas, USA 🐼 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
We had a Doberman pincher that killed rats on our farm the rats would run out from under the grain bins when the fans were on as soon as the fan was turned on that dog was running to the spot the rats came out not one got away lol thanks for sharing buddy great story
Love your stories Pete. The chops looked yummy
Working on the farm with my dad are some of the best memories I have. Thanks for sharing these memories.
Nice story.
Great memories Pete! Time spent with people you love and being part of their life. Really enjoy your channel! The things you discus and projects you do always bring back many good memories of time spent with my dad and grandpa on the farm....keep them coming!
Great job Pete, now I'm putting pork chops on the grill tonight. The "Safety Elves" would lose their minds if they saw how real work was done. I really miss the hay forts and 40 foot swings in our barn. it's a wonder how we never broke any bones..👍👍💛🏚
Love this
Great story. I love hearing memories about the way thing were.
Thank you Pete for sharing your memories with us.
Pete I'm just thankful for you and Hillary you know it's easy for someone else to tell you how to do stuff even if they don't never done it their self I enjoy your show and took take it at face value I just want you to know enjoy your show 100% Pete
Ty, loved the exact cooking instructions, do more please
Great stories great memories love to hear them kind regards from N Ireland .
Lots of viewers from the Midwest if the college shirts have any indication! Glad I'm not the only one
Great memories Pete! I have a belt driven hammer mill like on of the images you displayed. Its loud!! But its also powered by an Oliver 60 kind of the green and red equivalent of your H. Keep it coming!
Pete, you're a great story teller, you're point is right on that you can still hear and breath!
Thanks for the memories.
Reminded of my younger days on the farm. Thanks Pete !
Love your stories about life on the farm. Harder work, but a simpler time.
Another gem. Keep em comin
Loved the stories! Thanks for sharing!