36 Years Ago

36 Years Ago, Vienna 1971—A Student Journal

Day 337: Where’s the sickle?


Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
A year of music, study, travel, sightseeing & friends.

Day 337 — Where’s the sickle?
04-Jul-1972 (Tue.)


Typical sickle on Polish farm
Typical sickle on Polish farm


Met one more Maryn relative. Also friendly, the brother of grandma.

Out in the fields, they were cutting grain with a sickle. Tried it, didn’t do too well.

The land in this area [of Poland] is mostly for grazing of cows and horses, some grain, and a lot of potatoes.

Uncle Nick even has his own beehives. Fresh honey.

Here, like my other relatives, they are happy. And have a pretty good life. They have slightly more though.

Problems. With normal salaries, the purchasing of many consumer goods is very hard to do, even if the goods are available. Only foreign money seems to do all right.

Every night—dinner, drinks, and talk.


In the fields. I’m still in Loczno with uncle Nick’s family and apparently go out into the fields. I’m not certain how this arrangement worked back then in Poland. Each family has a garden (near their house) to grow vegetables and their staple of potatoes. But how does the “go out into the fields” thing work? Did each family also have a section of land where they planted wheat grain for animal feed? I don’t know.

The sickle. Here is the cool part. They actually use a sickle. You know, like the “hammer and sickle” of communism. Try cutting down grain using a hand sickle. I apparently wasn’t very good at it. The opening picture is of a typical sickle used on a Polish farm (from Wikimedia Commons). I remember the sickle being one of those long-handled ones and harder to use (my excuse).

Did I mention the honey bees? You want fresh honey? Just set up a beehive on your patio.

Family and life. It appears that life for most families is based on the values of very hard work, growing most of your own sustenance to eat, and good old family values with a good dose of family talk around the dinner table. In those days, there was no running off to play games on your computer, sending IM messages to friends on your cell phone, or believing that your whole life centered around saying stupid things on mySpace and Facebook. Progress.


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