Reminiscing about The Family Farm

Today my cousin David Runk joins me to reminisce about the family farm. My mom grew up on the farm that David grew up on. We talk about David’s childhood and the farm stories he remembers about the good old days.

5 thoughts on “Reminiscing about The Family Farm”

  1. Dan,

    I love your podcast, especially the latest one with your cousin David. My family is interested in moving towards a more farm-based lifestyle over the next few years and your podcast really provides us with valuable information. Keep up the great work.

    1. Thank you Jeff. We enjoy our farm based lifestyle. It is hard work though. I’d love to hear more about what your up to with your family. I need to talk with my dad sometime. He always had an agg business going so I learned a ton from him growing up as well. Thanks again for the comment. Dan

  2. Hello cousin Daniel,
    This oral history from our cousin, Dave Runk, is a real treasure. My mom, Zelda, was the “Tom Boy” of the four sisters, & her favorite thing to do was “driving the horses.” Though she left the farm for a city life, before she died she said, “I should’ve never left the farm.” I said, “But then you’d never had met dad.” “Oh,” she said, “we would’ve met anyway!” My sister and I spent large chunks of each summer on the farm. Like you, Dan, dad would even put me on the train at Penn Central Station, NYC, to travel alone to the farm. I wouldn’t give it up for the world, because it was heaven on earth. I’d talk to the pigs & feed them dried corn on the cob, hide under Grandma’s dining room table during fierce lightning storms, get chased by bulls up in the pasture, eat lard crust pies, watch balls of electric fire dance out of the stove onto Lillian’s kitchen floor during fierce hits, get chased around by her dangling a dead mouse in a trap (such a fun teaser she was!), catch minnows in the creek with bits of lard pie dough, watch hog butcherings with awe and see the ladies in Lillian’s cellar scrape the guts to make sausage and cracklin’, plop in the how mow, gather eggs from roosts and cast out chicken feed, pick black rasberries, smell the sweet silage, jump around in the hay loft, run when David squirted me with warm milk from the cow’s teats, play RR train on Hayden’s front porch’s double-sided swing, watch Hayden help deliver a calf using a rope and pulley, and then name it after me — and I remember Pappy R.E. Stine nightly at his roll top desk entering in his diary the farm work done that day, weather included, and Grandma and Pappy reading from the Bible as we gathered to say grace holding hands around the dinner table — and I remember the sadness of the 1975 public sale of the farm equipment and furniture with the auctioneer, Mark Yoder. From that sale my mom got some of your parents’ farm tools, (probably was also our Pappy R.E. Stine’s): a grain bucket, hand saw, pulley, and hay fork for grabbing bails. Lillian told me that Pappy’s motto was, “A man’s worth is his work.” Everyone there showed that strong work ethic. These and so many more joyful memories are forever etched in me, and that “Valley View Farm” (to which my sister and me & our parents were always welcomed by our grandparents, aunt & uncle & our cousins) has remained the blessing that it is. I’m so glad you both got together for this beautiful tribute. How about a Part II for some more memories from Dave?
    Many thanks and happy farming, Farmer Dan, Jack of all trades!
    your cousin, Millie Rose

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