Wednesday, May 2, 2012

MySweetCreations: Life on The Farm Before The Big City

You know me as MySweetCreations, but my real name is Kelly. You may or may not know that I grew up on a farm in Iowa. There were no after school activities for us aswe rode the school bus to and from school each day. Each evening I was expected to do chores with my father. I filled feed buckets, scraped manure from the crates where the hogs were kept with their babies, and scraped and shoveled the hog floors. On the weekends we often had to rotate the pigs to or from crates in the barn depending on their gestational stage, back the mixer mill up to the corn bin and grind feed, and I had to catch piglets to get their teeth and tails cut.

My fun in the summer consisted of cutting grass on our John Deere riding lawn mower. We had a rather large yard and it would take a couple of hours to get the job done. I happily put on my headphones and got to work. As I got older my father taught me how to drive the tractor. One of my favorite jobs was to go out to our fields and pick up the large round bales and bring them close to home. It would take all day for several days running back and forth on the tractor, but I loved it.

Sure there were times when I complained or I would paint my nails and use it as an excuse not to do my chores, but I wouldn't have wanted to grow up any other way. I was browsing through my photos on my computer and found some taken from a couple of years ago. I live in Southern California and enjoy my big city life, but I  fly home each summer for a couple of weeks to spend time with my family. Each summer we walk around the farm and I like to reconnect with nature, animals, and the farm that built me.

My parents were primiarily hog farmers, but they usually kept a few cows.

These buckets are full of feed and they are heavy. I always carried one in each hand but my dad could manage carrying four altogether if he had to.

The smell of manure....doesn't bother me one bit. Even after all of these years it smells good to me in some ways. Believe me, I know that sounds weird, but it is hard to explain.

I had to share this picture I took of my Mom's cat. Her name is Pancake because they found her as a kitten in the ditch on the side of the road in their yard while cutting grass, scared and staying low to the ground hence her name "Pancake." She grew up these past two years to be a big full grown cat and this is how she likes to lay. It cracks me to see a cat laying around just like this! You can pet her and she doesn't find and doesn't roll over, she will continue to lay on her back.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this post! I felt like sharing a piece of me with all of you.



  1. Thanks for the glimpse into your life. I like reading about people's back stories.

  2. Sounds like fun times were had on the farm! Whenever I watch "Wife Swap" I always want to do a week with a family who lives on a farm. Looks like hard work, but so much fun! :)

  3. I thought my husband was the only one who liked the smell of cow manure, lol!
    Thanks for showing us a snapshot of your history. I grew up in the country, albeit not on a hog farm...but we did have a menagerie of goats, rabbits, ducks, etc. And never ending chores!
    P.S. Love the cat!

  4. Great blog, Kelly! It feels I already know you for so long because I always follow your blogs and Twiter. Thanks for sharing your history!

  5. Great post! Yours is the only blog that I read on a regular basis. It sounds like you have a wonderful family and your Midwestern roots contribute to your sincere posts. That cat is a hoot.


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