tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36572583089555647662024-03-13T01:36:24.210-04:00The Old Farmer's DaughterThe Old Farmer's Daughter has little tidbits of useful knowledge from the old days worked into stories of life on the farm, Growing up on a family farm, farming and housekeeping in the 1950s, Barns farms and the farmhouse, try to post new story every Monday....jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-11910557006394635462020-04-03T15:01:00.000-04:002020-04-03T16:09:54.483-04:00A Tutorial on Ironing, Sleeves, Creased Pants, and Ruffles
The Old Farmers Wife instructs us on ironing.
Now we are home enjoying our semi quarantine
and I am tidying up some of my neglected mending and ironing.
So it seemed a good time for this.
First you want dampened cloth or you can spray or steam as you go.
For a laundry basket full of predampened clothes go back to one of the early posts
Called "Tueday was....". (It followed Monday is Washjen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-34437534698922574942019-12-15T06:31:00.001-05:002019-12-15T06:31:55.523-05:00Slavian Patica. A holiday tradition.Families have traditions. Its passed down from generation to generation. It may morph over time. But it ties us together.Our farm family went out and cut our own tree. We gathered to decorate Christmas cookies. The Old Farmer loved Hush Puppies- not what you think! A relative delivered old world pecan cookies in a Hush Puppies shoe box one year and they were forever after hush puppies! We jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-37321689950283597242019-10-29T11:43:00.001-04:002019-10-29T11:43:12.450-04:00Getting the Household Ready for Winter
Winter in New York.
It can be very cold and very snowy!
You have to be prepared for possible power outages
and have food supplies.
So the pantry cupboard is full of the Old Farmer's Wife's canned goods.
Peaches and green beans, corn and applesauce, tomatoes, tomato paste and tomato juice.
A summers work from the Old Farm garden.
And stash of dry goods is always jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-3530851690071662112019-06-27T07:03:00.000-04:002019-06-27T11:51:36.868-04:00Old Fashioned Spaghetti Sauce
On the farm Thursday was spaghetti day.
Today the Old Farmers Daughter is cooking Spaghetti,
so it seemed a good place to start the "recipe book".
The Old Farmer's Wife's technique, slightly updated from home canned
to store bought tomatoes, also a couple cans
as opposed to 3-4 quarts home canned tomatoes and puree.
2 cans diced tomatoes, jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-27410313887536924052018-11-29T09:55:00.000-05:002018-11-29T16:44:30.291-05:00Its The Little Things
Its the little things...
Speaking in pig latin,
the Old Farmer was quite proficient.
Playing games around the table after dinner,
guessing state capitals and national capitals.
Jigsaw puzzles and bedtime stories.
Board games on Saturday night.
Homemade popcorn.
Homemade milkshakes!
Sitting on the porch
jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-8728623969824127102018-07-30T09:31:00.000-04:002018-07-30T09:31:10.778-04:00Fireman's Field Days
Farmers worked hard in the summer.
We also played hard!
Those were the days of volunteer fire departments.
The siren would go off and could be heard for a couple miles away.
The first ones to the department would get the location
and head out with the trucks.
Volunteer firemen farmers would converge on the site.
Volunteer firemen also had a band at each department.
All were recruited if jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-2621495286603485192018-05-28T07:00:00.000-04:002018-05-28T07:00:11.070-04:00Time to Plant the Garden
Well here it is towards the end of May.
We started thinking garden at the Old Farmer's House at the first of the month.
And we had weather cold enough to snow in Western NY.
This is why safe planting time there was mid May.
"If you plant peas on St. Patrick's Day,
and then it snows on them; you will have a bumper crop."
Perhaps the peas and onion sets are in early, they will jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-32731563481473460352018-05-13T07:00:00.000-04:002018-05-13T07:00:04.605-04:00The Old Farmer's Wife
The Old Farmer's wife was a good mother.
She cooked and cleaned and canned the produce of the garden.
The Old Farmer's children learned cooking
by helping prepare vegetables and observing.
They were sent to the basement to bring up potatoes
or the back room to get canned goods.
They learned cleaning with weekly chores.
Each was responsible for their bedroom and a living jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-57379013308687313512018-03-26T07:00:00.000-04:002018-03-26T07:00:33.603-04:00Easter Egg Hunt
If you have been reading my blog, The Old Farmer's Daughter
you know the Old Farmer was a big kid at heart!
Every year the night before Easter the whole family
gathered around the big round table in the kitchen
and we colored the hard boiled eggs in colored dyes.
Overnight the magic happened courtesy of
The Old Farmer hiding the eggs and a jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-80481927304117222482018-01-29T08:39:00.000-05:002018-01-29T08:39:37.588-05:00New schedule for the Old Farmer's Daughter
The Old Farmer's Daughter
Is going to start posting periodically
As seasonal posts come up.
This is an effort to avoid repeating myself.
I thank all my followers and if you are not
following on my blogg or via blogger
I hope you will consider doing so
so that you don't miss any of my great upcoming stories !
jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-27909334918102516402018-01-22T07:00:00.000-05:002018-01-22T07:00:01.878-05:00Snow Days
Snow Days.
Didn't we all love them!
A play day, a fun day, a romping in the snow day.
Unfortunately they were few and far between.If the side road was impassable The Old Farmer's children
had to hike to the top of the hill on the main road to catch the bus!
When we had one we made the most of it.One of this Old Farmer's daughter favorite memories of a day at home
jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-56708961797410000082018-01-15T07:00:00.000-05:002018-01-15T08:02:25.965-05:00Hot Potato
It was really cold out and The Old Farmer
decided it was time to take us out into the wild
for a cookout. The old fashioned way.None of these civilized picnics with the grill and charcoal stuff.
We trekked through the snow to the field at the far side of the garden
from the farmhouse. There The Old Farmer lit a wood fire
and got it going good. We picked up any sticks and jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-23162443773749172642018-01-04T09:04:00.000-05:002018-01-06T16:16:49.125-05:00Skating on the Pond
Cold Cold Cold
Like we are having now.
It is time to check the pond and go ICE SKATING!
Before we were allowed on the ice the old farmer would
sweep snow off the edge to see how thick it was.
If 3" or more he would edge out farther into the ice
and check again.
And he would show us how to check. 4-5" was good to go.It was amazing how clear the ice might
be sojen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-80686214485852049462018-01-01T09:46:00.000-05:002018-01-01T09:46:06.924-05:00Happy New Year 2018jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-5786273080408570782017-12-25T10:15:00.000-05:002017-12-25T10:25:46.507-05:00Christmas Candle Traditionjen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-38406163281055799712017-12-25T00:01:00.000-05:002017-12-25T00:01:10.582-05:00Christmas 2017jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-58318051948967877502017-12-18T07:00:00.000-05:002017-12-18T07:00:30.143-05:00GIFT WRAPPING
So it came to pass as the excitement of Christmas approacheda gift wrapping table was set up in the back bedroom.
The Old Farmer's Wife helped the little ones wrap their packages.
The older ones wrapped themselves!
The Old Farmer was many things,
but he was not an artist when it came to wrapping packages!
Fortunately the Old Farmer's Wife helped out.
jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-53269678658306007722017-12-11T07:31:00.000-05:002017-12-11T07:49:07.389-05:00Christmas On Main Street
The Old Farmer's Daughter would like to say how much I enjoyed
the past couple weeks on her school's facebook page.
We have been remembering our small town and the stores on Main StreetIt was fun to remember many and learn of some I didn't remember.
Go Starpoint!
So there came a time when The Old Farmer
and The Old Farmer's Wife decided I was old enough
to go Christmas jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-34707721335900289092017-12-04T07:00:00.000-05:002017-12-04T07:00:14.673-05:00The Desk and the Rat
I believe I mentioned the backroom of the farmhouse in the past.
Originally it was the kitchen area with a big old cookstove.
You would come in the back door to this room to warm
yourself by the fire in the winter, and dry your clothes and boots!
Or when you awoke on a cold morning would hustle down one of the many staircases to get warm. There was a narrow back stairs that came jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-19398311403928733392017-11-27T07:00:00.000-05:002017-11-27T07:00:15.015-05:00Nickel on the railroad
Thanksgiving 1957
The feast is over and the I am remembering our
hike earlier in the day.
It is a yearly thing, The Old Farmer takes us out
to hike the rail line that crosses the back road into town.
It is quite scenic, going around a curve and with shale like
cliffs on one side. It was chilly out today.
There were 4 of us kids. We tried to outdo each other
walking on the railsjen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-59972587041442785242017-11-20T07:00:00.000-05:002017-11-20T07:00:04.153-05:00What is a first cousin....
There were many discussions over the years
Especially at Thanksgiving dinner,
about extended families and who was who.
Especially Cousins. Can you imagine such a mundanesubject becoming intense! It can!
Who was a cousin, what was a cousin once removed?
Who was a first cousin, who was a second cousin..
Oh good grief, now I am getting confused all over again!
jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-45594014290546856262017-11-13T06:00:00.000-05:002017-11-13T09:24:23.952-05:00Church Life
The Old Farmer's Wife was a good catholic.
And the Old Farmer loved her so he promised to go to church with her and raise the children as catholics too.
The Old Farmer and his wife were active community members
and both belonged to the church societies.
The men of the church belonged to the Holy Name Society.And the women had the Rosary Altar Society.
The men did the jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-74078592234625433892017-11-06T06:38:00.000-05:002017-11-06T12:23:31.148-05:00Elderberry Wine
The Old Farm was truely an old farm. It appeared to be a prosperous farm in the 1800s.The house was expanded in Victorian times from
its original farmhouse.
There were old orchards; pear and apple. A quince tree, vineyard, and black raspberries gone wild. Walnut trees and a patch of elderberry bushes.
Elderberries (Sambucus) were/are used medicinally by many.
The berries are jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-74072367187359956152017-10-30T07:13:00.000-04:002017-10-30T07:13:33.818-04:00Sending You a Halloween Postcardjen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657258308955564766.post-83318444250737291282017-10-23T08:00:00.000-04:002017-10-23T08:21:28.109-04:00All Hallow's Eve Memories
I look out the window and see the leaves falling
The spiders are weaving the webs around the front door.
I think the season calls for leaving the webs through the end of the month.
Why you ask? Its soon to be All Hallows Eve!
My mind wanders back to Halloween on the farm.
We always carved the pumpkins and roasted the seeds.
The Old Farmer would get the pumpkins started by jen mainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03081374574281548796noreply@blogger.com1