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NW IA | The post below about keeping help reminded me of something my father said. Not criticizing the OP by the way, he appeared to be making an effort to reward his help.
Dad spent 3 years in the military during WW2 and returned home to work as a hired hand while looking for an opportunity to rent a farm. He rented a farm within a couple of years and bought the one I now live on in 1952.
He loved farming. Milked, farrowed pigs, fed cattle. Up at 5 and go until you were done. He passed away suddenly at the age of 84 having worked to the end. Not a workaholic, just steady.
Here's the quote, "I'll farm until I die... but I'll die before I work for a farmer."
He said the urgent nature of farming crops and livestock, neither of which has the least respect for a clock, is the problem. When it's your own, the whole picture changes.
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