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Some of the things I kinda miss...

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IaLeo

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1. the sound of a John Deere drifting on the breeze 1/2 mile away.
2. the sound of a 6 cylinder stick shift with split manifold and dual glass packs.
3. orange NeHi
4. sour cream raisin pie.
5. Hartz Mountain canaries singing on the Sunday morning radio.
6. an occasional polka music piece from southern MN radio station.
 
8. Raising the barn door back up after the hay mow is full.

9. Listening to the corn grow on a hot August night.

10. That first lick of ice cream off the paddle from a white mountain freezer.
 
Grape Crush for $.10 in the returnable bottles at the feed mill and the smell of fresh baled clover hay.
 
1956 Mercury, drive in movie, overweight girl, hot summer night, big bag popcorn. pepsi, mosquitos, western movie. Anything lacking?
 
Item #2, you can hear me coming in 1964 GMC V6 with twin glass packs. My dad most likely gives me THAT look every time I pass the gravy yard. For sure he didn't like noise, that's the only thing different after a bunch of work and not through yet.
 
Cutting corn silage with Gehl chopper and JD 630, smell of silage when packing it in trench silo, feed silage on cold day to cattle. Rhythmic pounding of the plunger on a JD 116 sidewinder wire baler in heavy alfalfa on hot summer day. Windmill fan running full speed in brisk wind and the pump groaning with the pumping action and extraction of water. A mournful mother cow begging for her calf which was just weaned...especially on a quiet night. The smell of my dad's evening cigar while we were on the porch listening to the Cardinal's ball games after supper. The PSSSSSSS of the opening of a beer can with a church key. Slamming of the screen door on the milk house when the milkman came for the morning milk load at the same time every day.
 
Watching a good old fashioned western movie on Saturday night with my folks and all six of us kids... the big treat FOR THE WEEK was either popcorn and Kool-Aid or else an ice cream float with root beer or cream soda.

Playing outside everyday... the sun seemed brighter, the sky bluer, the grass greener (and the lawn seemed HUGE like a football field).

The smell of my hands from holding baby piglets... I spent more time in the barn than I ever did in the house. Whenever mom wasn't looking - out the door I'd slip.

The sound of dad's A John Deere out in the field.

The smell of dad when I was small and I'd curl up in his lap like a cat.

The smell of mama cooking supper or baking.

Awwww, I think I need a Kleenex.
 
The wind whipping corn around in the evening. I miss it every year after we get done with harvest. The smell of the corn dryer running when you bring the last load in for the day. And my grandpa and grandma
 
Wow. I must really live in the past. A good 50% of the things others have listed are still part of my life. Patsy Cline even still sings Crazy on the local AM country oldies station.
 
The John Deere B running the baler in a good crop of hay.

The pssst, pssst, pssst of the Surge bucket milker running in Grandpa's milk house.

Udder wash and bag balm.

The smell of molasses getting mixed with the ground corn at the mill.
 
I am about to go to the next town to buy a sour cr?me raisin pie. or a blue berry sour cr?me pie. I miss the sound of a good running V8. About all I hear now is the small foreign cars that sound like a mad bee going through the gears. Stan
 
Listen to WLAC and drinking beer and cruising with friends. The sound of the 1950 when the rearend wasn't out.

Most of all, the simple life without stupid cell phones and the slow life of farming.
 
I miss polite people.Seems like more and more all you can find are the rude ones.

My mother making coffee in the morning. With her old pot on the stove.
Her turkey and dressing.
Filling my grandmothers ice box with ice and her clock. You could hear ticking all over the house.
Dad eating hot biscuits with peanut butter and cane syrup.
The old big rigs shifting gears for miles down the road.
 
The hum of the 2 cotton gins and the cotton seed oil mill on a late summer night. Daddy listening to the Astros on the radio out n the front porch.
 
11. Silo filling with an old F20 on the
blower.

12. The howl of a hammer mill run by the 37
A John Deere.

13. The gear whine and groan of a 1600
Loadstar, loaded to the gills.

14. This one I do and don't miss: surcingle
milkers at 5 in the morning, and the warmth
of the barn with 6 head in the stalls and a
half dozen cats waiting for a shot of milk
to come their way. On certain days I miss
milking but I'm glad I don't have to get out
early when its cold.

Mac
 
My 66 Ford Fairlane GT 390. The sound of the bell at my Grandfather's gas station when someone pulled up to the pumps. My father's voice when he was talking to his bird
dogs working a covey of quail. My grandmother telling me to get up for breakfast at the farm in south Georgia. My other grandfather talking to his buddy's about the war
at the 10th Armored Reunion every year back in the 70's Watching that same group toast the one's that weren't there. My great uncle telling me how to squeeze the the
trigger on a 22-250 to hit the target at 300 yards. The smoke rolling out of the stack of the old cable blade D6 that I ran pushing roads for the logging trucks in the
woods here in Florida years ago. The roar of the blown big block Ford in my jet boat at over 100 mph in the 80's. I can go on for awhile. I guess we all miss things that
have past
 
Pepsi in a glass bottle ,it sure tasted good.Grandpa telling me about how the Germans burn the whole village down during the war,and everybody was running in the mountains to hide.Grandpa teaching me on how to skin a pig and a lamb.
Going fishing with my dad in lake Michigan and catching all the big junbo perch
 
Wow reading all the replies bring back a lot of good memories.
Starting to feel old just thinking about it.

I will add a few of my own.

-Smell of fresh bread hot out of the oven.

-Ice cream truck pedaling down the street ringing the bells after supper on a hot summer day.

-A conversation with dad.

-Catching a fish and frying it up on the shore over a fire.

-The moment my wife said I do.

-Blasting off 3 shots through a shotgun at the duck blind so you had a hot barrel to warm your hands on.

-My Cocker spaniel pulling off my socks and licking my toes when I came home after a long day at work.

-The first cry when my children were born.

-Watching my kids catch there first fish.

-Seeing my first son graduate, honors with distinction.

I could go on and on but I would need to go wipe my eyes first.
 
Yeah shifting is definitely something you don't hear nowadays, only a little bit even on heavy hauls. Every hill used to take planning and careful timing.
 
Plowing with my old Minne - Moline "U" on a brite moon lite nite with the lites turned off, Looking at the muffler glowing brite orange/red. Very relaxing just setting there enjoying the engine humming along. clint
 
Grandmother's 4 layer pound cake with the chocolate fudge icing.

She's been gone 16 years and I have only tasted one cake that came near Grandmother's since.
 
Zero to 160 kts in one second off the bow catapult on the USS Constellation. A Pitcher of Rusty nails in the O/Club on Friday night Happy Hour. Low angle nape delivery and pulling out at 15 feet at 600 mph. Dodging grocery carts in the Publix lot at 5 mph. LOL
 
6. http://www.knuj.net

"Listen Live" I N the upper right corner, should fix you up on polka, 11:30-4:00 Sunday's. Thought 11-noon weekdays also has a few, maybe
that changed?

Paul
Knuj
 
Pee Wee Reese and Dizzy Dean covering a daytime baseball game at a wooden stadium. Those guys knew the game and how to talk it without cramming mind-numbing statistics down the listener's throat.
 
yep ,, that glowing red muffler is perfect cigarette liter. the ol DC, could sidle rite up alongside and match your Moline stroke for stroke , stride for stride, and together we could work with real pride ..
 
Back in the 1960's-70's I used to love hearing the 318 Detroit powered semis pulling the railroad overpass
3 miles to the west..I seldom ever hear one these days...
 
Well, I definitely miss my dad. Taken too soon at 55. It'll be 2 years on the 20th. Miss seeing him play drums to good old Stevie Ray Vaughn. Whenever I smell pipe tobacco, I think of my grandpa - he would always sit in the cabin in the evening with his pipe. I miss the smell of turned dirt - never had a farm but would drag the disc behind the tractors for hours just for something to do. I miss the smell of fresh forest blooming in the spring at the cabin. Miss the smell of dried dirt mixed with OLD 80-90w gear oil when the Case SC was just a relic/jungle gym in the woods still waiting to be saved. Every time I smell a camp fire, I miss having fires of my own (just seems like I never have time anymore). I miss the sound of the cabin door opening - it had this strange 'whoosh' sound, never heard another door like it. Miss the sound of my grandpa's Farmall M. It was so badly out of tune, but sounded so distinct. You could hear it echoing all throughout the woods.

Yup. I miss a lot of simple things.
 
I miss the sound of Dad's '52 Ford F-2 p/u when he had to down shift from hi into 2nd-very distinctive sound.He had had to double clutch to shift,and then it would just go on whining as it pulled the hill.I saw one for sale recently,and was tempted to go test drive it just to hear the sound it made again !! And our 55-t baler-every plunger stroke the governor would kick in,and it sounded like the exhaust was saying,in deep bass kinda voice(hey,I was young!),bale,bale bale.Mark
 
all these mentioned are wonderful and some still exist in my life ,.seems like I missed 40 yrs in my life ,,while working my tailend off .time just flew by and now i am 60 yrs old and sick . but the thrills I still remember like yesterday VERY WELL,.. like the very 1st time I met my future wife,..the ball game when I teased her I was gonna strike her out,,AND I did ,.. golly she sure lit up pretty when she was mad!.. lol ,.. our 1st kiss,and our 1st time we were allowed to go to the movies alone,,.and other Special 1st times,...teaching her to drive my big 69 marquis convertible... .our wedding day .seeing her being guided up the aisle by her daddy ,,,. there never was a more beautiful bride ,.the births of all of our 4 children ,, we were both half laughing and crying every time . and I swear I could feel every labor pain in my own body rite as they were comin ,, now that is real telepathy ,,.. yes ,that was some gal..
 
Watching the "Gillette Friday Night Fights" on TV and eating popcorn with my Grandpa. I can still 'hear' the Gillette jingle.

Grandpa saying "Dammit David" when I would get a huge backlash/birds nest in the bait casting reel when we were fishing.
 
Baby pigs. We used to farrow in crates on the floor and turned the sows out twice a day to eat and poop. While they were out eating we would clean and rebed the crates. The baby pigs would go nuts tearing apart the fresh straw we had just put in. For me it was fun to watch.
 
OldBuzzard,
Your post reminded me of listening to the Gillette Friday Night Fights on the radio with my Dad in
the 40's.
Still remember the sound of the one "ding" of the bell at the start and end of each round and names
like Lewis, Graziano, La Motta, Robinson, Walcott and Charles.
 
Remember the game when the tv camera panned on a young couple in the stands smooching? Pee Wee made some comment about it, and Dizzy said, "Yeah, Pee Wee, he's kissing her on the strikes and....(you finish it yourself). Think Diz had a little vacation from the booth for a while after that. Different day, different time. Wouldn't raise an eyebrow today.
 
We grew up pretty tough so there isn't a lot I miss really other than some of the things my Grandmother and I used to do together.We were poor never made much money but did have land I swore
it wasn't going to be that way for me.Fortunately I was able to get a very good paying job plus still farm with dad on the side so I was able to buy some good equipment for dad to use and we did good together.The things like having a garden and home grown food I have now as my wife is an avid gardener,she cans,freezes etc and doesn't waste anything.Life for me is better in about every way now than it was in 'The Good Old days'.A person that hasn't been poor really doesn't really appreciate being able to walk into a store or go to an auction and buy something just because you want it.
 
The sound of the klaxon diving alarm on a WWII diesel-electric submarine when I was a 17 year old sailor.
The loud purr of a Farmall M or H.
The rhythmic sound of Delvalle milking machines and the vacuum motor.
The warbling call of the wood thrush, the enchanted call of a Bobwhite Quail (both have disappeared from my farm).
Plus all (or most) of those previously stated.
 
You're right. Seems like one day I was 25 years old, working like a dog and a week later I'm 58. Where did the time go?
 
My Grandpa! He was an outstanding person. I have nothing but fond memories pf him. Gone many years but he is with me always!
 
(quoted from post at 13:24:05 11/03/16) 1. the sound of a John Deere drifting on the breeze 1/2 mile away.
2. the sound of a 6 cylinder stick shift with split manifold and dual glass packs.
3. orange NeHi
4. sour cream raisin pie.
5. Hartz Mountain canaries singing on the Sunday morning radio.
6. an occasional polka music piece from southern MN radio station.
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The smell of the wild plum trees in bloom and the sound of the babbling creek with the grass just starting to grow in the spring as the last of the snowbanks dwindle....
 
The sounds of the F-20 and later the M under a good load. Had a WD Allis, but that M had that heavy deep sound to it. When in grade school (one room schoolhouse)the sound of trucks shifting gears going by on the highway. It was a mile long grade from the south. Some had to shift twice and my head would shift to the window and the teacher would shift it back.
 
The sound of the power director shifting on my dad's
Allis 170. I rode many hours on that tractor with
him when I was a little guy. The detents on the
power director had a very distinct metallic "snap".
I sure do miss my dad. Mostly I miss my kids being
little.
 
Also, walking out with Grandma to pick okra. The Garden seemed so tall and big back then, may as well have been a jungle to me.
 
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