Corn crazy!

My wife and I sold 165 doz ears of sweet corn in 4 hours today...I had only picked 45 doz this morning to start out with, so I was hopping to keep up. Now my 58 year old back is telling me that was too much...

What variety was it

I thought you where out of the produce selling this year??? LOL Looks like your mind over matter attachment failed!!!! LOL

My mind over loads my body on a regular basis anymore.

(quoted from post at 17:16:34 08/20/16) What variety was it

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We call it "Jimmy Crack Corn" LOL!

(quoted from post at 17:27:51 08/20/16) I thought you where out of the produce selling this year??? LOL Looks like your mind over matter attachment failed!!!! LOL

My mind over loads my body on a regular basis anymore.

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Yeah it was a weak moment...I was feeling well and thought I would plant some to calm the masses...now everyone is scared they won't get any. Had people waiting 15 minutes before we opened today....and didn't get a break from picking for 3 hours...crazy!

just laugh off the pain all the way to the bank ,./// how much were you getting for a dozen ,./ when I was barely 10yrs old we were piking a 4 acre field of golden bantam and silver queen,.that was in 1965 ,dad would pull his new ford pikup out into the field .. and all of us kids would ferry the corn to the truck where my mother would stack it in , ,most times we only got the bed level full ,but as it matured we loaded the stock raks and loaded the F 100 over the height of the cab ,,. dad sold the whole load on the Louisville hay market,.he would drop his truck loaded with a childhood friend named FRENCHY ,. around 6 am , hitch a ride to work to Lexington rd distillery,. then later afternoon have a pal drop him by the hay market ,,.. frenchy would have a wad of cash for him ,,and very little corn left in the truck,.. frenchy would holler "hurry up johnie and get us some more for tomorrow ",.

(quoted from post at 17:39:28 08/20/16) just laugh off the pain all the way to the bank ,./// how much were you getting for a dozen ,./ when I was barely 10yrs old we were piking a 4 acre field of golden bantam and silver queen,.that was in 1965 ,dad would pull his new ford pikup out into the field .. and all of us kids would ferry the corn to the truck where my mother would stack it in , ,most times we only got the bed level full ,but as it matured we loaded the stock raks and loaded the F 100 over the height of the cab ,,. dad sold the whole load on the Louisville hay market,.he would drop his truck loaded with a childhood friend named FRENCHY ,. around 6 am , hitch a ride to work to Lexington rd distillery,. then later afternoon have a pal drop him by the hay market ,,.. frenchy would have a wad of cash for him ,,and very little corn left in the truck,.. frenchy would holler "hurry up johnie and get us some more for tomorrow ",.

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We raised it a buck to $6 this year....I learned about supply and demand in college Nearby farm is $3.50 for 14 ears...they are trying to get our customers!

Reminds me. When I was a wee lad we
had a good supply of sweet corn one
year so we loaded up the trunk of the
family car and painted up a couple of
Sweet Corn signs and set up on the
corner of our township road and the
state highway. I'm sure none of us
kids had a license to drive since I was
only about 11 years old and my older
brother wasn't there.

After an hour or so of brisk business,
we were visited by the Highway Patrol.
I remember I'd never seen one up close
before and thought his hat looked just
like the one Smokey the Bear wore in
the TV commercials. He looked all
business with the black stripe on the
side of his pants and gun on his hip.

I thought it was pretty cool to have
him stop and buy sweet corn from us but
he didn't seem interested. He kept
nosing around the car, looking in the
windows and looking over the open trunk
like he was looking for something
besides sweet corn.

After answering a bunch of questions
like where do you live and how old are
you and where are your parents, he kind
of stood there a few seconds like he
didn't know what to do next. I started
to get the feeling he wasn't interested
in sweet corn, but about that time I
remembered what my Dad said back when
we were to sell Scout-O-Rama tickets
door to door in town. He said it never
hurts to ask, the worst thing they can
say is no. So I took a breath and
said....Well....how many dozen ears do
you want? He just looked at me and
grunted something like "harumphff" then
he spun around, stomped off to his car
and peeled away like he was late for
supper.

To this day I feel slighted that Hypo
didn't buy any sweet corn from a
pathetic bunch of hard working hard
scrabble farm kids just trying to help
the family make a buck. Even more
disappointing was I knew full well
anything we didn't sell we'd have to
shuck and silk so mother could process
them for canning so every sale was
important to a kid with better things
to do.