http://www.smallfarmlife.com/2009/09/07/labor-day-snapshot-bobs-barn/ Lessons learned from 80 acres and a 6 burner stove Fri, 23 Dec 2011 14:07:19 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.smallfarmlife.com/2009/09/07/labor-day-snapshot-bobs-barn/comment-page-1/#comment-6851 Who are you? | Small Farm Life Sun, 14 Feb 2010 17:48:09 +0000 http://www.smallfarmlife.com/?p=944#comment-6851 [...] were sitting at Bob’s barn, catching up on stories from the week when a local woman dropped off her car for some work.  She [...] [...] were sitting at Bob’s barn, catching up on stories from the week when a local woman dropped off her car for some work.  She [...]

]]> http://www.smallfarmlife.com/2009/09/07/labor-day-snapshot-bobs-barn/comment-page-1/#comment-5195 C. Michael Davis Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:57:30 +0000 http://www.smallfarmlife.com/?p=944#comment-5195 Fritz, I enjoyed your peice of writing. For me growing up on a small farm and rasing beef cattle in a cow and calf program there was a few things I could identify with. The place we gathered was Ruple's Grocery; a feed and seed and general store all wraped into one. The big difference is that gas was running abour .22 cents per gallon. The other big difference is not so much mentioned in your story, but came to mine as I read and reminiced about the days in the West Middle Community and being a young boy on a farm, was the respect and love that existed between the farmers sitting around that old pot bellied stove. The hate and contempt that seems to be so common place today between the black and the white races didn't seem to be there then. In that circle around that old stove were both races. I often wonder how much the media had to do with fanning the flames of prejudice out of control. Oh yes there were a few individuals that had prejudices, but for the most part we were a close knited neighborhood. Most of my play mates were black. That is just the way it was in the lower section of South Carolina, because in the country, blacks were the majority not the ninority. But these blacks respected themselves and didn't have a chip on their shoulder nor held ever white in a contemptable attitude. Nor did all whites hold that horrible contemptable attitude. Often what we write stirs much deeper than we indended. You just keep writing. You are good with your diction and heart. C. Michael Davis (Author of "Don't Pet the Dragon") Fritz,
I enjoyed your peice of writing. For me growing up on a small farm and rasing beef cattle in a cow and calf program there was a few things I could identify with. The place we gathered was Ruple’s Grocery; a feed and seed and general store all wraped into one. The big difference is that gas was running abour .22 cents per gallon. The other big difference is not so much mentioned in your story, but came to mine as I read and reminiced about the days in the West Middle Community and being a young boy on a farm, was the respect and love that existed between the farmers sitting around that old pot bellied stove. The hate and contempt that seems to be so common place today between the black and the white races didn’t seem to be there then. In that circle around that old stove were both races. I often wonder how much the media had to do with fanning the flames of prejudice out of control. Oh yes there were a few individuals that had prejudices, but for the most part we were a close knited neighborhood. Most of my play mates were black. That is just the way it was in the lower section of South Carolina, because in the country, blacks were the majority not the ninority. But these blacks respected themselves and didn’t have a chip on their shoulder nor held ever white in a contemptable attitude. Nor did all whites hold that horrible contemptable attitude.
Often what we write stirs much deeper than we indended. You just keep writing. You are good with your diction and heart.
C. Michael Davis (Author of “Don’t Pet the Dragon”)

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