Sunday, January 27, 2013

More farm life

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More farm life
If one tries to compares the present way of life which we are living now to when I was young, I can assure you that life then was much harder and boring than today. I am saying this to you dear readers because you are living in this new and wonderful era of electronic devices, and you can choose to listen, watch or play with these electronic devices whenever you please; and in doing so you may be able to enjoy yourself, and at the same time if you happen to be in a situation like I was when I was young, you may be able to learn something useful from them, if you put your mind to it.
But can you imagine a world that has no man made electronics? A world with not even a single push button devise that you could amuse yourself with? Then ask yourself, how could one live in a very isolated environment where silence reigns supreme days after days. I suppose all this is hard to believe today, but that’s how my farm-life was like when I was young, and this sort of life I had to endure in my long stay in the farm during my youth.

In the small farms of those days,
In the small family farms of those days there was no electricity, so we had no electrical devices of any sort not even a portable radio to listen to, because those devices had not come out yet on the market, and even if there had been a portable radio on the market we would not be able to afford one anyhow.
So, as I grew up and became a teenager, I started to realize that I was falling behind the rest of the normal town community; I mean here the way of knowing what was happening in the community and in the way of expressing my own self clearly. I wanted so badly to have a radio then, so that at least I could listen to a proper way of speech, and improve myself in that way, but it was not possible. Therefore I was stuck in that lonely world, where one is stuck for good with one’s own company and thoughts day and night.
In the farms there are only a few people staying and working there, and they just go on about doing their duty. So they don’t really care to talk to you if you are much younger than them. So, it is a very lonely place to be in such farms when one is young.
Those people which usually are staying in the farms don’t talk very much, since in their isolation there is nothing much to talk about; so, they are used to be taciturn, and there were days when only a few necessary phrases were exchanged between us; so conversation was very low indeed. This way of life that I was living could only result about not being satisfactory for me at all, because I was very young my needs had to be, that I had to be in a more sociable place in order to learn a more sociable way of life, and in doing so I would have been able to overcome some of my personal shyness. So, this staying in the farm when I was young became later-on a great disadvantage for me, because it only made me grow more isolated, and in the end it made me feel even more isolated from the rest of the world; and in this isolation I had to grow. There were lots of times when I were alone and nobody would be near me to say a single word, and this was happening to me many days. So in my isolation I would start thinking and learning things all by myself in my own way, anything at all that came into my mind, or things that would happen in the farm, and when you are by yourself for a very long time and think by yourself for a great length of time, you don’t need to express your thoughts in words to yourself, therefore anything that you learn may start being stored within your own mind in a different way, you still learn things, perhaps even more accurate than when you learn with words: The only drawback is that when you have to speak out, lots of times you would not know how to start and what to say; not because you don’t know it, since in your mind there is a very clear picture of it; but because you find it hard finding the right words to express yourself. So this is one of the great disadvantages, which I and those youths who were unlucky like me, and which ended up working in their own families’ farms at a very early age. I am sorry to say it, but they had to put up with the hard consequences which followed for the rest of their lives.
I would describe such a farm life thus:
Because in the farms there are not many people to talk to, and nothing of much of importance to talk about, so farmers’ people are usually taciturn; and when you compare this way of life to the towns’ people way of life you could feel at once the difference. Wherever you are in small towns people converse a lot with each other, but in the farms there seems to be a great silence of human voices, not only because there are not many people to talk to, but also because those people that are there are not interested in talking very much, unless what they have to say is necessary, since they are there to do their job and run the farm. So, we who happened to be living in the farms when we were young, we had to keep ourselves to ourselves, and this is how and why we became dull when we grew up.
So, whoever has happened to have lived in the farm as I did would have to become dull, particularly if one was as young as I was and the few people around me were much older than me, because as I said those people in the farms were there just to do their jobs, and therefore they could not and would not care about the young ones’ developing social skills, because it had nothing to do with the running of the farm, and also because they didn’t know any better anyhow.
Nowadays, this way of life that I had to live in the farm when I was young I hate so much, because it made me then a dull person, not only then but for most of my life, and perhaps I am still a dull person now; only because we usually were living isolated lives and we had to keep ourselves to ourselves.
Of my shortcomings I became aware when I had to leave my farming life behind, since I had to start a different way of life somewhere else. And since then, right through my entire life I have tried to catch up with the rest of the community, but it seems to me that I have never been able to catch up completely.
So, this is the reason why even today I hate still that way of life in the farms; it is because such a way of life as I had to live in the farm can only breed dull people; and so was I in the end; but not only I but also those youths which ended up like me had to become dull.
But this is not all because; there were times when we went into town, while we were there we could feel that some of the town’s people would ridicule us for being what we were, and this would hurt us very much as it was not our fault for being what we were, as we were forced to be in this unfair situation.
Dear readers, at this point of time this is where I would like to stop with this post, there will be more farm life stories later on, but now let me break away for the time being, because in my next hub I am breaking away from my farm life, in my post that I would have liked to call, Crying out loud, because that is the way that I feel right now, instead I am going to call my post, ‘Hello my world’.  

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