Comments on: The Blow Bags Come To Town http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/ Christian Agrarian Counterculture Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:15:52 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.3.2 By: Anonymous http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-210 Anonymous Tue, 03 May 2005 14:09:00 +0000 http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-210 Blow Bag and Degenhart, very funny:) Blow Bag and Degenhart, very funny:)

]]> By: reformed farmer http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-209 reformed farmer Mon, 02 May 2005 10:26:00 +0000 http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-209 Valerie My son John has been calling the cows since before he could walk. Some of our "iron grandmas" would rather stay up on the hill. So dad has to walk up with his cane and bring them back. Johnny started walking up with him when he was 1 and a half or so. They even gave him a little miniture cane of his own! I think I've got a picture of the 2 of them walking together up the hill in their overalls. Carmon Glad to hear your gettin' a cow. Might I suggest a Jersey. Nothing better than a glass of ice cold Jersey milk. So thick and full of wonderful fat. Great for making butter and cheese as well. I have been enjoying your weblog for a quite a while too! Scott Valerie

My son John has been calling the cows since before he could walk. Some of our “iron grandmas” would rather stay up on the hill. So dad has to walk up with his cane and bring them back. Johnny started walking up with him when he was 1 and a half or so. They even gave him a little miniture cane of his own! I think I’ve got a picture of the 2 of them walking together up the hill in their overalls.

Carmon

Glad to hear your gettin’ a cow. Might I suggest a Jersey. Nothing better than a glass of ice cold Jersey milk. So thick and full of wonderful fat. Great for making butter and cheese as well. I have been enjoying your weblog for a quite a while too!

Scott

]]> By: Carmon Friedrich http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-208 Carmon Friedrich Mon, 02 May 2005 05:04:00 +0000 http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-208 Scott, at church today an old gentleman was giving us lots of advice about looking for a dairy cow. We want to eventually get a cow so we can give our children raw milk. We used to have goats, but I think they will like home-grown cow milk much better! Our friend today told how he used to call his cows with a conch horn, and they came running, knowing he'd have something yummy for them to eat. Keep talking about life on the farm, Scott...it's very inspiring! Scott, at church today an old gentleman was giving us lots of advice about looking for a dairy cow. We want to eventually get a cow so we can give our children raw milk. We used to have goats, but I think they will like home-grown cow milk much better! Our friend today told how he used to call his cows with a conch horn, and they came running, knowing he’d have something yummy for them to eat.

Keep talking about life on the farm, Scott…it’s very inspiring!

]]> By: Valerie (Kyriosity) http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-207 Valerie (Kyriosity) Mon, 02 May 2005 01:07:00 +0000 http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2005/04/30/the-blow-bags-come-to-town/#comment-207 I can still hear my Grampa calling the cows in for milking. By the time he hobbled from the house to the barn (he used a cane for as long as I can remember), they'd usually be there at the door waiting for him. This has very little to do with your post...just a pleasant memory triggered by the phrase "evening milking." I can still hear my Grampa calling the cows in for milking. By the time he hobbled from the house to the barn (he used a cane for as long as I can remember), they’d usually be there at the door waiting for him.

This has very little to do with your post…just a pleasant memory triggered by the phrase “evening milking.”

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