Do you guys remember the day this happend???

When dad turned the farm over to you???? Maybe the 100 degree day he told you to take the baler and bale the field and never touched it again? Said you can run that Oliver good as me. Or spring potato planting when he said "you order the seed and fertilizer and start planting" only to help out as needed once in awhile? And said if you don't know how to do it know you never will!!! Or the day he sent you out with the truck to the processing plant and had you haul every load there after.

Very sad now , but man was I happy then. I thought I knew something turned out daddy was right I have a lot to learn just hope I live long enough to learn it.

Nope, my dad was a gold watch receiver for being in charge of Men's Workware (turned out to be a cheap plated item) at a department store (Woodwards, In Van. B.C.) HOWEVER, he was a machinist making parts for torpedoes during WW2.

Ya. About two weeks before I turned 16. He was mad at the milk inspector and said if I wanted to milk those cows he'd give me 2/3s of the milk check if I paid the bills to keep them. If not,they were going down the road.

yep, the morning my brother came out to the barn and said dad was lying on the kitchen floor

Never happened for me , I went down the road and rented a farm at 20 , and started out on my own . Didn't have to do things "Dad's way " anymore . Guess what ? It was a lot harder on my own , without Dad's bank roll, and equipment ,lol.

Dad and I never saw eye to eye. When I was 20 I struck out on my own and bought my 1st farm. That didn't work out well and I worked for 15 years and rented farms before I bought another farm. I then quit my town job and raised chickens and cows full time. Dad died a few years later and then mom turned the home farm over to me. I've spent a ton of money bringing the home farm up to a condition where it could be profitable. I can't say that Dad was wrong in his philosophy but the farm is profitable now and it's done without government help.
So to answer the question. Dad turned over the farm the day he died. I would give up the entire farm to have one more conversation with him.

(quoted from post at 18:14:51 08/16/16) Dad and I never saw eye to eye. When I was 20 I struck out on my own and bought my 1st farm. That didn't work out well and I worked for 15 years and rented farms before I bought another farm. I then quit my town job and raised chickens and cows full time. Dad died a few years later and then mom turned the home farm over to me. I've spent a ton of money bringing the home farm up to a condition where it could be profitable. I can't say that Dad was wrong in his philosophy but the farm is profitable now and it's done without government help.
So to answer the question. Dad turned over the farm the day he died. I would give up the entire farm to have one more conversation with him.

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My dad was 73 and I was 30 when he died. He loaned me money to start my business, but I can't say that we ever did have a conversation.

I don't think the rosey stories of yesterday quite appeared as this post might of intended,could tell a few not so rosey ones of my own too but I sure do miss Dad too.

I had to buy mine with my own money.

I'm glad mine did not. We had 200+ head of cattle on feed, carried every bushel of ground corn to the feed bunks and carried every small bale of hay to them. I was pro Harvestore, pro 4x4 tractor, etc. In retrospect he was right doing it his way. Mom still has the farm and a lot of money in the bank. If I had taken over it would all be gone. I Went on to own a very succsful trucking co, sold it to the co I was leased to, went on to own a great tire shop. It was great because I had good employees. Still farm my own small farm. And love farming.

Never did - folks are still alive. When I was in high school I realized that the family farm was going to be a huge battle between kids and step kids. I knew I would never farm it. I didn't want my folks farm. It was livestock only and I enjoy the crop side. When I went to college the folks sold the farm and had a sale. They moved into a maintenance free community and still live in that house.

I got out of college and got a job teaching in the suburbs of Kansas City. I played city boy for a while but got that itch. I started saving money and bought my own farm. I begged and pleaded and found an agreement with an aging farmer who doesn't have family to take over the century farm. We run a good sized herd and crop around 1000 acres.

Dad comes to the farm and I always find a tractor job for him. I bought an 8N like he had when we started farming. He's beginning to show signs of dementia, but the smile on his face when he's on that tractor lets me know I've made his day. I'm not sure he could have a better time and that makes me feel good.

Took over running the Dairy the day Dad died of a heart attack.Him and two of my brothers were dehorning calves when it happened.He was 52 and I was 19.Myself and my four younger brothers kept 'er going with our dear sweet mother.That was in 1981.Our mother passed away just a few years ago.Together they raised 13 children.May God rest their souls and perpetual light shine upon them.Sure do miss them.Paul

AMEN PAUL ,and GOD BLESS OUR PARENTS ONE AND ALL

There were a few times that Dad made comments to take over. Usually in a bout of frustration. Those never lasted. I always felt that my hands were tied, as it were. Now, I'd love to be sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee with him.

When Mom and Dad married in 1962, Grandpa was 61. Wouldn't be long before they moved to the farm to replace him, right? Except, he continued on until 1997.

I grew up here, loving the farm, as did Dad, working here every evening and weekend. By the time I was in college, Grandpa's old-world, Depression-era conservatism was rubbing me wrong, and I left for a few years. Just long enough to meet a woman who never really knew me as a farmer.

Shortly after we married, I started to get more involved again because Dad was being forced to take over, and he did not really want to. He liked doing the work, just not making the decisions. He would cut hay, but wanted someone to tell him when to do so. Of course, I love telling other people what to do, so it worked great- I made the decisions and invested the money, he just worked here. When Grandma passed in 2001 and Dad inherited the farm, he did not want to see the cycle repeated. So he GAVE me the farm, we settled the estate with my Aunt and remodeled the house. I figured it was the perfect place to raise the three kids, and work with Dad every day...

Except that part about the woman who did not know me as a farmer, who is a complete city girl. Except for the free meat and fruit, etc, she resents every minute spent here on this stinky place and the guy who loves it. She made sure none of the kids were interested, either, despite my persistent attempts.

So, I get to be the last generation to farm here, which does make some decisions easier. Maybe I can make it 30 more years to see Centennial farm status, but will be lucky to make 3 more years, actually.

sorry tl;dr: I don't remember for sure, it happened gradually. I could look up when we transferred the Welch's membership, that was kinda the official date.

That's kind of how I remember it turning out too - about the only thing I was given was a shove out the door when I turned 18.

Knew the how, but never included in the decisions on what or when or why. I was supposed to go to college (some place I didn't belong) to get a 4 year degree to learn that.

Sad day the auction company and bank gave it away, but it was for the better.

1200 miles between us is a good thing.