David - 2/15/2026 18:15

I am told my brothers were seen pushing a wagon with feed across the pasture to feed hogs when they were 5 and 6 years old. I started milking cows at 5 years old pushing a 5 gallon bucket around the parlor to stand on. My sisters and brothers and I chunked melons and cantaloupes summers on end to help make ends meet. We as a family raised all our calves, milked, fed, and created a dairy that paid for land and helped my parents start their farm. We pulled weeds in soybeans all summer while others goofed off. We picked peanuts and stomped cotton wagons until late at night. We helped work cattle rights along with our dad. We worked rain or shine, hot or cold. We all worked for 25 years to help them begin their farm when they had to start from scratch in the 80s. We all stayed and kept things going for 5 years after my dad’s death. At that time there was no way that farm would support 5 families and my mother. So, most of us “moved on to other things”. You think we all didn’t “care about” the farm? You think we all weren’t “involved or interested in the farm”? You think some “just moved on to their own calling”? You think we all were just “uninvolved kids”?

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