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.|