How I spent my summers in my teens!

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Blog entry by Dick, & Barb Cain posted 07-25-2008 11:30 PM 1796 reads 0 times favorited 37 comments Add to Favorites Watch

Since I bought my first computer about 4 years ago, I’ve digitized all of my pictures.

I had all of my slides put on disks, & made a jig, so I could take pictures of all of my old negatives.

It took me quite awhile.

Now I’d like to show some pictures of my Grandparents farm where I used to spend my summers.

As soon as school was let out, I’d jump on a Greyhound bus for a 200 mile trip to Northwestern Minnesota.

It was during World War II, in the early 1940s. I had two Norwegian bachelor Uncles, & my Grandmother there.

The last time I visited there was in 1985 for one of my Uncles funeral.

I took a walk around the place, & took some last pictures before the farm was sold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’d like to share some of them with you.

Me, & Lassie!
This is the Old John Deere Model B, that I put many miles on.

The Old Model A Ford is the first car I ever drove.

It doesn’t look too good does it?


Farm House, The people that bought the farm, tore it down.

The Last Horse

The rusty old combine!

Another view.

An old Plow

Tractor with hay stacker attached.



And last, but not least, the junk pile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had to add this picture of My Grandmother, & her Children.

This was taken shortly after my Grandfather passed away in 1948.

My Grandmother was only about 4” 10” tall.

Quite an achievement for such a small lady.

The only one living now, is my Uncle that’s in the center.

This is the about 1500 acre farm in Norway, my Grandmother signed over to her Stepfather, before coming to the USA, at about the age of 15.

It has a Sawmill on it now also. Photo: courtesy of a cousin who was there on a visit.

I hope you all enjoyed my little journey down memory lane._

-- -** You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream ****************** Dick, & Barb Cain, Hibbing, MN.

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#1 posted 07-26-2008 12:39 AM

Dick, This is a great post. May not be woodworking related, but it sure shows what’s great about this website and moreso, the members. Thanks for the journey.

-- I love the smell of sawdust in the morning....

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#2 posted 07-26-2008 12:44 AM

Summer there as a teenager.

My wife would have called that child abuse..

I call it heaven.

Thanks for sharing.


-- I don't make sawdust...I produce vast quantities of "Micro Mulch."

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#3 posted 07-26-2008 12:58 AM

Hi Dick;

I’ll bet that stirred up plenty of happy memories. Always sad to see certain “progress” take place.

Amazing photo work.


-- by Lee A. Jesberger

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#4 posted 07-26-2008 01:01 AM

Hey Dick, that could have been a picture of my gramps farm where I grew up in summers. Bailing hay, combining corn and raking hay, all those old machines I’ve pulled with the old John Deere B. Gramp had one horse left too when I was a young kid about 6 or 7, his name was Pet, he was a Percheon and he’d give us rides around the barnyard. But I started helping farming when I was 9 or 10. I remember falling asleep tilling the corn, and ended up going across the field sideways, man was Gramp mad. I ruined a lot of corn. Seeing that poor old horse made me sad. He probably ended up in a glue factory. Hope not. Thanks buddy for the memories.Is that orange tractor a Massey Ferguson? My Gramp only lived 5 miles away. Sometimes my brother and I walked out there.

-- (You just have to please the man in the Mirror) Mike from Michigan -

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#5 posted 07-26-2008 02:13 AM

Wow, how times have changed. I now hang out with friends, help my dad with some projects and blog about them! (The projects, not the friends!)

Nice view and nice dog!

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#6 posted 07-26-2008 02:58 AM

Good day Dick,

Thanks for sharing! It brings back wonderful memories when I spent lots of time down on the farm as an Extension Agent. It’s great to recall fond old times.

-- Dave, Ohio "Count Your Blessings Everyday!"

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Dick, & Barb Cain

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#7 posted 07-26-2008 03:04 AM

Thanks Guys!

My Grandpa was working in an ammunition box factory pretty far away at the time.

He would come home on weekends. He didn’t drive, so I got my first driving lesson.

When he needed chewing tobacco, he’d say, come on kid, drive me to town.

I drove the old model A Ford like a tractor. I’d put it in 1st gear, & drive the whole ways into town.

-- -** You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream ****************** Dick, & Barb Cain, Hibbing, MN.

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#8 posted 07-26-2008 04:05 AM

I grew up on two farms almost like that in Southern IL…. My Grandpa had one until I was about 8 or so, then I went to work for one at about 11 until I was about 19. I’ve bailed lots of hay, fed lots of animals, and driven lots of equipment… I loved every second of it. I wouldn’t trade those moments for anything…

-- As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. (Proverbs 27:17) †

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#9 posted 07-26-2008 04:41 AM

THANKS you bring back a lot of memories.

-- Only the Shadow knows....................

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#10 posted 07-26-2008 06:21 AM

Very sweet memories.
I used to hunt with my Dad on the farm he summered on (his two bachelor uncles and maiden aunt spent their whole lives in the old home place with the giant stove and the Hoosier cabinet). Man, could Aunt Lucy put on a spread. They had a huge (everything was big to a seven year old) foot-pedal whetstone positioned under the eaves of the chicken coop. They would sharpen the axe before taking the head off the Sunday dinner chicken.
Thank you, Dick for sharing this with us.

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

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#11 posted 07-26-2008 06:37 AM

I know you still remember the old foot switch to turn on your bright lights, huh?

Great story and memories!

-- Gary - Never pass up the opportunity to make a mistake look like you planned it that way - Tyler, TX

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#12 posted 07-26-2008 08:42 AM

A lot of history there Dick. Thanks for sharing. I am in the middle of doing my photos on the PC as well. I know what you went through.

-- Grumpy - "Always look on the bright side of life"- Monty Python

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#13 posted 07-26-2008 01:19 PM

you old guys kill me :) “first computer about 4 years ago” I am glad we have you in the next generation. I love the old stories.

I turn 50 next year, I guess that means I may be joining the “old guys “ranks. I love that line in Men In Black “Hay.. old guys”

-- "so much to learn and so little time"..

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#14 posted 07-26-2008 04:23 PM


The Hoosier cabinet is exactly what my Grandmother had in her kitchen.

She also did all of her cooking, & baking on a kitchen wood range.

Boy, did it ever get hot in the summer. I don’t know how she survived all of that heat.

Also, about the old days. All we had was a radio, & when I was real young,

I thought band music was made from some sort of machine.

Not being able to see it, I had to use my imagination.

Computers??? Unbelievable!!

-- -** You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream ****************** Dick, & Barb Cain, Hibbing, MN.

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#15 posted 07-26-2008 05:03 PM

Dick- you were talking about the wood range above….

My Great Grandmother came here from Poland in 1916. She was born in 1899. About 1978, I can remember being a kid and going in her house. She had an old wood burning stove that was her oven. She wouldn’t have anything to do with a “new” model where you could use propane or electric. She did have electricity in her house, but only one light bulb per room and one or two plug-ins. She had just gotten running water, but almost didn’t allow that. Still had the toilet outside that she used, though her family put one inside. I remember going over there for lunch of a day, and that is the only meal she would cook in the summer because the stove was so hot. The old phrase, “if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”.... it had to be 120 degrees in there. Toward the harvest of her garden (she had about a 1/2 acre garden), she would can veggies and tomatoes on that hot, old stove all day. I have no idea how she stood the heat in the summer from that old stove. She was the most basic person I had ever met. I learned a lot by just watching her.

-- As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. (Proverbs 27:17) †

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