Day 330: Farming is hard work
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Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
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Day
330 — Farming is hard work
27-Jun-1972
(Tue.)
TRANSCRIPT
POLAND
Bohdan and me went for quite a long walk around
Malomice. Saw the whole town and land around it.
Farmlands are really nice. Should have some good
pictures.
Then spent a while in the strawberry patch, eating
away. I took some nice pictures of Teta M’s mother
(Teta Hanna) and father. Teta Hanna wouldn’t let me
take her picture. She kept hiding behind all the
bushes. A real lively person with a great sense of
humour.
Next—eating, of course.
Say hello to mom and sisters from Lascasta from
Malomice. Burgemesiter Frau. She was very friendly.
The local one-store candy-store of Malomice was a
village store—basic. Friendly people.
Took a nice walk in the sideways direction of
Malomice. Here, no houses, only fields. Very quiet
and beautiful.
Worked in the fields for
a couple of hours. It’s not easy to be a farmer—hard
work. The whole family chipped in and we raked the
fields and put the grass into haystacks. Will be used
for feed for the animals in winter. I was really
surprised how hard Teta M’s mother and father worked.
The cows and the horses were brought along just like
mom said she used to do. Nice experience.
Of course, ate. Worked. My female cousin even
massaged my back. Can’t believe how helpful.
REFLECTIONS
Walking
around Malomice. Young
Bohdan was excited to show me around the “town” of
Malomice and we took a long walk that included being
in the beautiful fields. Today, Bohdan is a grown
man, a hard-working programmer, and has a family.
Hard-working
folk. Similar to
yesterday’s theme, today’s theme is the same—the life
of a village farmer is not easy. These are
hard-working folks and Teta M’s mother and father are
up there in age. We actually worked most of the day
in the fields and garden. The cows and horses
accompanied us. It was definitely a family venture
where everyone worked hard.
Mom
as a young girl. Suddenly,
it reminded me of the stories my mom used to tell,
where they went into the fields with the cows and
horses to do the same thing we did today. Makes you
wonder about your mother and what it must have been
like for her as an adolescent and teenager.
The opening photo is of Teta M’s mother going to work
in the fields. Here are some pictures.
Teta M’s mother and father tend the
horses
Returning
home from the fields
Giddyap! Go, horsie!
John
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