Frozen Water Pipes

The water pipes to the chicken houses were buried under the ground about 14" deep. Normal winter weather left the pipes undisturbed. However, there were some winters where the low temperatures prevailed and the ground froze deep and yes, below the 14' depth. I recall one time when not only did the pipes freeze, but some lines broke and it was many weeks before they could be repaired. What this meant is that we had to carry water in buckets to the chickens. Sometimes the full bucket would slop over the bucket edge and the result was wet pant legs. How cold and uncomfortable it was as now even the pants froze. Water was carried twice a day and even though I was just a little guy, the entire family worked together to get it done.

The Snow is Deep

In Pennsylvania the snow is on the ground and it is very deep. Trudging through the hand shoveled paths one wonders if the ground will ever reappear. The barn and chicken houses seem so far away, yet they are less than one hundred yards. My memory tells me that the crisp winter air states that winter is still very much alive in this northern state. Our family was accustomed to the snow and cold, so it all seemed pretty natural, yet we longed for the sunshine of warmer weather.

The Air is Crisp

It is almost November in Pennsylvania and there has already been a chilling frost. The summer vegetables are all harvested and now there is not much growing. One veggie treat is found in the turnip patch. Dad always sewed the seed in early September and by now their purple tops are peeping out of the ground accented  with bright green leaves. Mom was adding their special flavor to the daily cooked farm meals. But the real fun for me was a walk either going hunting or just a fall hike with a side trip through the turnips. Before leaving the house, I would pour a small amount of salt into a wax paper folded very carefully and placed in my pocket. Even in mid morning the air was quit cool and one could easily tell that winter was coming soon. Ready for a treat, I stopped to pull up just one or two turnips and using my trusty pocket knife I cut off the top and the root. Now pulling out my salt packet, I devoured the fresh raw turnip. What a tasty delight on a crisp fall hike.

Tomato Time

Growing tomatoes was a big deal on our farm. We always grew a couple acres of this very marketable crop. Having planted then in early May, the little plants were nurtured for close to two months by this time. We staked each one and tied them up carefully. They were also suckered leaving only the main stem which held the very largest and juicy tomatoes. Fourth of July was when we expected to harvest our first tomato. This is early for Pennsylvania and Dad always was proud of the fact that we had a few ripe ones by Independence Day. They brought a good price and now Mom Deimler's peddle route had a new vegetable available for the Middletown customers.
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Cash Flow Slow

From the end of January until the first crops of Spring, there was very little cash in our farming business. Mom and Dad would sell the last of the turkeys along about this time to a poultry butcher. The money gotten for the some 100 turkeys not sold during the recent holidays amounted to roughly a total of $300. In addition, there was a small influx of cash from the weekly sale of eggs. With expenses for the next four months, seeds and fertilizer to purchase for spring planting and other farming costs, there often was not enough funds to pay all the bills. We still had lots of canned foods, so there was plenty to eat. I recall that sometimes money had to be borrowed from a neighbor, perhaps a dairy farmer where milk provided them a year-round regular income.

Asparagus is First Crop of Spring

Spring - Asparagus is first!!
The cold hard ground thaws and the green asparagus shoots begin to appear. May in Pennsylvania means that the asparagus harvest is now at about midpoint as the crop has been in since the beginning of April. My job was to cut it both morning and evening. Sometimes Mom or sister Peggy would take a turn at getting it done. There was this little wooden slat basket that we used and cut it with a paring knife or my pocket knife. Dad said it must be cut exactly at ground level. It was then taken to the farm shed and placed with the cut end down into a tub filled with several inches of water to keep it fresh. The asparagus stems were later bundled for sale on the truck peddle route or taken to farmer's market by Mom.