On this date in 1954, the temperature soared to 115 degrees in the Midwest and stayed there for 3 days. To this day, this is a record temperature. I know this because every year around this date my father tells about how lush and green everything was. Until the hot northwest wind started blowing. In three days everything turned brown and dried up. My father and his cousin were 10 years old that year. My dad's nickname was Cottontop for his white blond hair and his cousin's name was Butch for his buzzcut. My dad tells about how the crops that year were baked to almost nothing. Dad and his cousin harvested the entire crop of corn in their coaster wagons. They made trip after trip and fed the dried up ears to the livestock. There was nothing of quality or quantity to sell that year. I can almost see them in my mind's eye. Dust rolling off the wagon's wheels, two sweaty little boys doing what they could to help the farm.
I know the rest of the year must have been a struggle with no corn crop to support the rest of the seasons. I can only imagine the impression this must have made on a 10 year old child. I'm sure my grandpa wore out a lot of pencils stretching what resources there were that year to provide for the family and the farm. I'm sure my grandma's mama wondered why she married a farmer. I'm proud to know that I come from such a strong family and I can't wait to pass along this kind of tenacity to my children.
Great post...you obviously come from good stock! (Pun only sort of intended, lol:)
ReplyDeleteI love the stories and how your dad shares them and you will one day be able to share these stories with your children.You do come from a strong resilient family and that explains a lot! :)
ReplyDeletethis is a beautiful piece of your family history. thanks so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHow devastating to think that three days brought about such devastation, and probably to many farmers.
ReplyDeleteMy grandma grew up on tobacco fields and her family never had much money, or anything really. I just remember how she would always tell us how for school lunch they were sent with a roll as hard as a rock and she'd always pitch hers on the way to school because it was too embarrassing for her to bring, so she'd go without lunch (and breakfast).
And I love your dad's nickname from when he was little--how cute!
I hope you're going to save these stories, just as you've written them, for your children to read someday. They're amazing, and I love the way you tell them.
ReplyDeleteA strong family indeed! And I can't wait to see the little one who will continue this strong family.
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