Tales from Growing up on a small farm, Dad and the Calf

Just to give you some background as to how I grew up. I was raised on a farm in a small country community. Everyone knew one another and if your family didn’t homestead the land in the 1850’s, you were considered a newcomer. Most everyone belonged to the same Swedish Lutheran Church and that was the main center for entertainment. In the town there was a small store (The Mercantile), a service station (The Midland COOP), the church, the post office, a blacksmith shop, and of course a bar. Our elementary school was located out in the country on land donated by my Great-great-grandfather, about a mile from our farm. It was a two room school house that had 1st through 8th grades in it. For High school, you had to be bussed about 12 miles to a larger town. The township roads were dirt and in the spring you either walked or used the tractor to get to the county road.POne day, Dad got a call from Roy Moody. He had a calf that he wanted Dad to come and get. Roy was a dairy farmer that lived about 5 miles from us. He had no need for male calves, other than what his family could eat. Dad had an agreement with a lot of the dairy farmers in the area. Being, we only raised steers: he would take all of the calves they couldn’t use. For some reason, Roy wanted Dad to get this calf right now. Dad looked out and the weather was awful. It was sleeting, and very windy. I wanted to go with, but Dad would not let me. I found out later the reason. He got dressed and left in our 1949 Ford F1 pickup. My brother and I, watched out the living room window for Dad to return. About an hour later, Dad returned, but there was no new calf in the back of the truck. He had, however pick someone up, as there was a fellow in the passenger seat, but the windows were too fogged up to see who it was. Mom joined us at the window. She too was wondering what was going on. Dad got out and proceeded to go to the passenger side. He opened the door, the there was the calf, sitting on the passenger seat. With a lead rope around its neck, Dad gave a little tug and out came the calf, shaking on its legs. Mom broke out laughing so hard, she was crying. My brother and I thought it was the funniest thing we had ever seen. Who would put a calf in the cab of a truck. I guess My DAD would. Dad later said the storm was so bad, he didn’t want to risk the little calf out in the weather and this was the only way he knew it would be safe. That must have been quite a ride home. I wonder what they talked about? soder33, WI, entered 2010-05-25 My Email Address: Not Displayed

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