Life on the Farm

by Dean Singleton March. 15, 2012 2823 views

The first crops were planted on Penn Farms in about 1858 but the farm implements here are younger than that. I don't know the times when they could have been used but I think around the turn of the century. It would not have been good to be a country boy back then. It was a rough life to say the best for it.

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin'me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's coming up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out the fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play Sally Goodin' all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can an' I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a county boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yea, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that a mighty keen
Well son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife, I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's, till the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "Live a good life, play my fiddle on the side
An' thank God you're a country boy

Well my daddy taught me young
How to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work, to play a tune on the fiddle
He taught me how to love an' how to give just a little
An' thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Ooo, thank God I'm a country boy, yes

John Denver's Thank God I'm a Country Boy always takes me back home. I didn't live on a farm but my grand dad did, with a deep water well and a couple of tanks full of catfish. The water out of the well was so cold that it hurt your teeth but we still swam in the traugh it fed into. We came out blue every time.

Penn Farms was established around the middle of the 1800's and was a working farm for many years. It is in the process of restoration with a few of the building already finished. One of the restored buildings is behind and to the left of the tornado shelter, or as we call it here, the cellar. Always was afraid to go down into one but when a storm hit, it was the place to be.

The buzzard in shot 12 allowed me to come within about 8 feet of him before he walked into the barn in the background of the last shot. He was not at all hurried and acted like I was just another bother in his humdrum life.

The windmill above is on steel stalks but the one on my grand dad's farm was wooden. It was made of cedar poles that lasted forever.

Some of the buildings were in better shape than others. This was one of the better un-restored buildings.

My grandparents did have a plow almost like this one. I remember having to help plow a small garden behind their chicken coup.

Last year's haybale by the restored barn with a little bit of clover.

Pretty good fence for a split rail one.

This barn had a small corral beside it, just in front of the green tree in the center.

This was a tool shed with quite a few tools hanging on the walls under the roof on the open side.

This fence in front of another barn was a little broken down. My guess someone was horsing around and knocked it down.

Wider view of the same fence.

One of the trees was just beginning to bloom. I'll have to go back next week and see if it is bloomed out a little more.

Not sure what the little blue flowers are but they were beautiful growing around one of the farm implements.

A Closer shot of the barn and corral, and below an old bent metal wheel in front of a barn near the entrance. My last shot on the way out.

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