Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A winter day in the farms

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Farms are usually very lonely places in the middle of nowhere specially in winter times








The country in winter is almost bear of all vegetation it is a lonely place. So one is waiting for spring times to come, because everything becomes better during spring.


                         A WINTER DAY IN THE FARMS
In order to compare these days to the old days, it is necessary to tell you a story, now the story that I am telling you is the story of my own life when I was young, you see life was very different in those times, but we accepted life as it was and did not complain, because that was the ways of life in the farms of those days, so what did we do during a winter day in the farm.
In the morning we would get up early usually just before dawn, and at once we would start doing our chores, we would start by feeding the horses and other farms animals, and we would also be grooming those animals, and at the same time we had to clean the stables as well, virtually we would collect all the manure that the horses and the other stable animals had made during the night before, we would load it on a strange devise like a field stretcher made of timber and wire, and then two of us would lift it and carry it to the manure heap, which was outside about 20 meters or so away from the building, at the same time we would still be grooming the horses with a hand brush, and at the same time we would continue to feed the horses and other farm animals, such as cows, pigs, chickens, and other animals with fresh serving of straw, oats, hay, grain, and whatever else was needed according to the animals needs, and sometimes according to the tusks that those animals were supposed to do during the day, because if the horses were going to do some work, we would give them more oats than normally did.
Once we had finished grooming the horses and cleaning all manure from the stable, the chicken coop, the pig stay, sweep the floors and everywhere else; then one of us would go to the well with a couple of buckets or other containers, so that we could bring some clean fresh water for the small animals to drink, and also for ourselves to drink and to wash our hands and face, and everyday even if it was very cold we used to wash our hands and face outside the building: Here I can assure you that this was the main hygiene that could be had in the farm each day, and this was the only time and place where we used to clean ourselves; at any other time when we got our hands dirty, we had to find a way how to clean ourselves with anything available around us.
By the time we had done all these chores, it would be time for the horse and the cows to be taken to the well to water them, (the horses and other large animals were watered only twice a day in winter time) and of course we had to stand on the well head in order to draw water with a bucket attached to a rope, we had to let the bucket down the well, and then with a flick of the rope we would make the bucket turn upside-down to fill itself, and then we would pull the bucket up the well and empty it into the trough; we had to draw as many buckets of water as they were needed until all the animals would not drink anymore; and now that I think about it, it really was a hard and dangerous job for a youth of my age.
After we had done all those chores as I have said above, it would have been time to eat something, so we would sit down on some sort of wooden stools to have breakfast. Breakfast was usually brought in from town, from one of us or one of our neighbours, there was always somebody on horseback that would go to town the evening before, and then would bring prepared food in the morning. Breakfast would usually consist of a few fried dry capsicums and a few olives, and at the best one or two small pieces of sausage, or something similar which my mother would have fried in the early hours of that morning, and then placed it in a saucepan with a few drops of fried oil at the bottom, we set around a larger wooden stool which acted like a table, and with a slice of bread in one hand and a fork or knife in the other hand, we would try to eat our small share of breakfast from the saucepan with as much bread as possible, as there was plenty of bread of very good nutritional quality, but not much of everything else. At lunge time we would have something similar to eat, but in the evening we had a large meal which we had to cook ourselves, sometimes we would cook homemade pasta, but usually we made a quick meal called ‘panecotto’ which was just cooked bread; to you this may seem strange that we cooked bread a second time for our main meal, but then over there it was the simplest meal to cook and very filling, therefore after a cold and long day of activities this very simple meal was very welcome, and it was also very easy to prepare: To prepare ‘panecotto’ all that was needed was a lively fire to boil some water, then we would throw in this boiling water as many slice of durum wheat bread as required, and in a minute or so we would drain the water out of the saucepan, we also would fry a small amount of oil in a frypan with garlic and pepper or tomatoes and pour it on the cooked bread, and that was all that was required, at this stage the ‘panecotto’ would be ready to be eaten.
Anyhow let me go back to breakfast, after breakfast weather permitting we would have to do some minor jobs, like hoeing in the kitchen garden, which was about half an acre of land, or working in the vineyard, or going out to cut and collect fire wood for ourselves, and also for our families in town, as they depended on us for their wood supply, in order to cook our meals and keep themselves warm, as at that time there wasn’t anything else to burn in order to keep warm.
During the day we would still feed the animals every now and then, and bring in the stable new straw and hay for the following night.
This is how life in the farms was in winter times, when the days were short and the weather was cold and wet.
But when the days became longer and the weather was fine, there was work to be done in the fields even if it was winter. We would have to get up earlier then, in order to feed the horses and get them ready for the tasks that they had to do: it could be just that we had to plough a field or something similar, but in order to do that we had to harness the horses and attach them with their harnesses to the appropriate devices; all this had to be done early enough in the morning even if it was very cold, so that some work could be done during the short winter days in the fields.
Apart what I have already said above, there were also other chores which had to be done in the farm in wintertime, like pruning and hoeing the vineyard, planting trees, pruning fruit and olives trees, cutting and collecting wood, and many other small jobs, so everyday there was always plenty to do.                  
But even though in wintertime we were busy in the farm, wintertime was very dreadful and sad especially for young people, because we were more isolated that at any other time of the year, and therefore it was very boring and it was very easy for one to become dull, therefore if we young people became dull it was due to this harsh environment, at other times of the year it would always be a bit better as there was more contact with the town’s community, and also because there were some important happenings to talk about, even if it would be in a restricted way, so we were happy to see springtime coming.

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Friday, June 7, 2013

Story of my life

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Dear readers, now that we have told you how I felt during my entire life, because of the pains that were in my heart in our last posts that I called, Crying out loud, now let me tell you more about my farm life, and then, let me tell you what I have done during my whole life starting from my first job in the farm with the intention of telling you the whole story of my life. You see I feel that I am one of the few people left in the world that is willing to tell you this story of my life, because I would like to tell you this story about how the world was young and what we did then, so that a record can be kept even if it is going to be just a simple record of my life.
What I want to point out here is that everything is changing so fast these days that people don’t take the time to record those changes, for this reason lots of ways of life in the past will be lost as nobody has written about them, but I believe that it is good to know, perhaps just to compare the ways of life of those days and today. Speaking for myself I can compare the ways of life that I have lived myself, to the ways of life that my forbears were telling me and then to the ways of life that we are living today.
Therefore, if I continue to write about my farm life including some of the old practice that the old people used then, even if some of them may seem strange to you, it is a record of how people used to live then in their simple farm lives, so I hope you are willing to follow me in my life journey? 
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 MY FIRST JOB IN THE FARM
Dear readers, the first thing that I want to say, do not feel sorry for me for having lived a hard life in the farms, because even today there are people in the poor countries that would be worse than we were then, you see, even today there are people that go hungry and thirsty, so think about them and if any of you/us are in a position that can help, then try to help them; you see to feel sorry for me today is useless because nothing can be done as it is in the past, but anyhow let me tell you the story of  the first job in the farm.
When I went to work in our small family farm as a youth, I had just turned eleven and the first job that I did was looking after a small flock of sheep, which included also a ram and a couple of goats; I had to do that job because the lad that my family had hired to look after the sheep left us suddenly, so I had to replace him for a few months until we were able to sell the small flock of sheep, as it was becoming too hard to keep. It was a very boring job to take the sheep out in the fields to graze twice a day, I had to mind them that they would not graze in fields that didn’t belong to us, or fields which there was a crop still growing, I had to take them out early in the morning and then in the afternoon for a few hours each time, because this is how the sheep are grazed over there in summer times. Then when the town’s Fair was held we were able to sell the small herd of sheep, but I had to continue to stay in the farm helping with the other farm animals.
So that one can have an idea of what sort of life I had to live in the farm when I was young, I will start by trying to describe to you how a day in the farm was spend doing those chores; And I am going to start with those days when there was not much to do.
So let me tell you first of all, about a day in wintertime when all the main works of sowing had been done, and we were so to speak resting and waiting for better weather and longer days. Those were the days which we were just looking after the farms animals, and did some odd jobs around the farm.  This I am going to tell you in my next post. See you there.

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Thursday, May 9, 2013

We have a story to tell

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We have a story to tell
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Grandma here is reading a story, but she could easily tell her own life stories, because every one of us has a story to tell. 

We have a story to tell

We believe that every man or woman has a story to tell, no matter how important it is, even if it is not important at all. As you can see in our last post, we sometimes behave in strange ways; my own judgement here is that, perhaps it may be worth behaving in such a deceitful way, because in order to live as well as one can, one must be in control of oneself, and also be able to tell the people your own story.
Having said that and knowing that perhaps there are people that could be interested to hear my life story, I am looking around me to see who is still listening to me, and I see that you are all nice people here with me. So, I hope that within yourselves you are happy with your own way of life that you are living now, and the way that you are living your life overall. I hope that the way that you are living your life is good for you for your own sake, because sometimes life can be very boring up to the point where it may become painful; this is when things don’t go the right way, which is the way that one wants them to go. And here I have to admit that I happen to be in such painful position myself very often: And when this happens to me I am going through one of those grey days, and my life is boring and seems to be at a standstill. So, I feel so frustrated about my life that I have to ask myself. O my God! Why life has got to be so hard and boring for me these days? What have I done to deserve this? Why don’t I have the chance like everybody else to enjoy life as it should be enjoyed? And many other hard questions come to mind.
Therefore, I feel that life has not given me what by rights I should have deserved from it, and for this reason I can’t help thinking about life itself, and the ways that I am spending my life these days, together with the way that I have spend the earlier part of my life, so, I keep asking myself whether life has really treated me the right way. Or should I have really deserved a better life?
Then I think: I suppose that lots of other people of my age are going over their own lives just like me, and they may well be asking themselves; what is life all about? And whether life has treated them fair enough for that matter, so, they are looking back at that part of life that they have already lived, and wonder about whether life has been good for them or not, and they might have the impression that: That part of life that they have already lived now seems only a dream, a dream that has lasted for so many years, but now all those years have gone forever and they never will come back, so now for them, all that is left of their lives is a story to tell, if they can find the time to tell their story, and if they find somebody that will listen to their story.
So, every man and woman has a story to tell; no matter how unimportant it may seem, and how stupid and ridiculous it may sound, when they tell it to you. But, because it is their life story it is very important to them, and they can’t change it because it is their true life story. But if one listens to their true life story even if it is not much of a story, in the end it may bring up some good common sense to some of us, and one can always learn something useful from their true story, if one takes the time and listens to their true life story, even if their story is not much of a story.
This is all for this post and next time I am going to tell you more about my life, see you then
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Friday, March 22, 2013

How we behave

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How we behave
 We (the people) are a strange lot sometimes, as you have seen in our last post we have written an introduction, but during this introduction we were lying to ourselves, because we wanted to keep our heads high and did not want to admit our problems to the world.
Now, this part of the story that I am presently writing, almost I did not want to write it here, because I have already lamented it somewhere else, but I feel forced to write it anyhow, just because it fits my story that I am writing now, after all this post is called hello my world, so let me cry my heart out and say what I have to say.  And this is how I see the way that we behave.
Speaking for myself, the reality of life is that I find life for me has lots of ups and downs, and even if I don’t admit them to you, I feel them within myself. So, when you happen to ask me, ‘How are you?’ I may happen to be very much down, but, I will still answer you: I am very well, thank you! So, my dear readers, listeners or friends, there are no doubts about our behaviour that it is sometimes strange, and so, we have to admit that:
We behave sometimes as if everything is indeed unreal, when we do say things that we do not mean or feel. And even when our own heart is hurt and cries in pains, we do turn to the world and pretending smile again, because we don’t want the world to see our pains. But all the efforts that we have made have been in vain. Because our heart still hurts and we still feel that pain.
I am sure that some of you will agree with me about what I have just written, because you may have been in a painful situation yourself sometimes, and therefore you know and understand what I mean. But at the same time one may also ask here: What’s the use to pretend such a thing? When it is only pretense. Even if, it has been able to make one feel better for a few moments, and one has been able to overcome the inner pains and has smiled just for a second. But, is all this pretence worthwhile to live one’s life in such a way deceiving oneself?
But then it might indeed be worthwhile, just because we have been able to control ourselves and for a few moments we have felt well in the middle of all those afflictions that may bug us.  
As you can see, we sometimes behave in strange ways; my own judgement here is that, perhaps it may be worth behaving in such a deceitful way, not because we have been able to lie to ourselves, but because we have been able to control our own pains. And to live as well as one can; one must be in control of oneself.
Now let me add this, perhaps we need to behave as above, you see, in business people need to be polite and being polite sometimes we need to lie. I hope you see what I mean?
Anyhow there are times when whatever we do may not seem right, so it is up to ourselves to decide what is better for us, for instance at this very moment I have decided to stop writing this post, but I will continue to write next post called; a story to tell.  
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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Hello my world

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Dear readers, let me break away from my farm life story just for this post and we will return to it later on, because I want to tell you just how I felt after I left the farm, you see this story that I am telling you has two sides, one is what I did and the other is how I felt during and after that time that I spent in the farm. Here I have to tell you that I am sorry to tell you that I have felt hurt my entire life, just because I had to live my early life in the farm without even knowing  the consequences that could follow from this type of living , so even today my inner self wants to cry out aloud, and so express myself with the knowledge that I have painfully acquired later in my life; you see, in doing what I am going to do and say hereunder, I would like to throw away my shyness forever and never look back at those drawbacks that I had early in my life; so I would like to come into the world and be able to say what I want to say, and therefore break away from the past  forever, introduce myself to the world and here is what I would like to say with a loud voice!
   HELLO MY WORLD! HERE I COME TO YOU WITH OPEN ARMS.

Hello world!         Hello life!        Hello everybody!

And a great and warm “Hello” To all those who are very close to me and love me!
Reader and listeners will you excuse me! And I hope that you will listen to me!
Because I would like very much to say to you that I would like to be friendly with you, since we all seem to be going the same way, in our present earthly life.
So, I hope that you will allow me to be your friend; because it seems to me that many of you over here look very friendly to me. I hope that I am right and that you are very friendly people. So may I ask, if I may have the pleasure of your company?
I hope that you don’t mind me if I ask some questions which have come to my mind, and I hope that my dropping in on you will not upset you in any way, I also hope that you don’t mind me personally, as I am very keen to be your friend, so I would like to meet you all, or at least all those that are thinking that they can be friendly with me. Since I would like to share some of my time with you, and also some of my very personal views, that is, if you choose to stand by me and you don’t mind listening to me, as I want to talk about a few things that are on my mind at the present time, and which in realty effect all of us during our life.
Usually I don’t like to be a show off or anything of that sort, but because I have made up my mind to be a different man, and be a man of the world that is able to live his life the best way possible, so, because it is the first time that I have met you, I would like to introduce myself the proper way and make your acquaintance personally. So, I would like to shake your hand to each one of you, and while I shake your hand, I might say, “How do you do” To Mr Y. or X. and no matter who you are; when we used to introduce yourselves we said; “How do you do!” And then, in order to be polite to each and every one of us, we used to bent low and say again, “How do you do!” and “How do you do!” again. This is how it was done in the good old bygone days, as we all very well know nowadays.
Having said that, now allow me to introduce myself in a modern and simple way.
My full name is, “Francesco Menchise” but everybody here calls me Frank, and Frank sounds good and friendly to me, and it is easy to say; so, just call me Frank and let it be, as it will be easy for you and me.
Now that I have introduced myself in a modern and mannerly way, may I ask you your names please? So that you can also introduce yourself, and then we can be friends; I’d like to shake your hand to each one of you, and while I shake your hands I will say, “I am pleased to meet you!” You may answer me, “I am pleased to meet you too.” Or if you wish you may say, “The pleasure is mine.”
(Here I need to explain the reason of my introduction and why I have done it. I have written this introduction in my writing, in order to give it the importance it deserves in real life. And I believe that it is very important that all children be though and drilled, on how to introduce themselves properly from their parents and teachers. Not only in the way that I have done it above, where it might seem perhaps aggressive: But let the introductions be done in several other ways as it is supposed to be done in real life. So that the children will be ready when a real introduction happens and they will feel secure of themselves. Otherwise they will feel awkward and shy, and they will feel that they have put themselves in a disadvantaged position.)
Now that we have introduced ourselves to each other, and I am so pleased to have met you all; May I be allowed to have a friendly talk with you?
Just to start to talk and say something, I would like to start with a simple everyday talk, which people talk about everyday of their lives, and I would like to tell you how I feel, when I see the way that we behave nowadays, because I believe that we behave in a strange and unreal way. This observation that I have made during my life, I would like to point it out to you to prove my point. But in order to do that I would like to ask you a friendly question; it is a question that anybody would ask you out of politeness, and sometimes this question may take the place of a polite greening. But strange as it may seem, everybody usually gives the same answer to this question or greeting. You may not believe me of course, but here is the proof of what I have just said.
And this question that sound like a greeting would usually be: How are you? Or perhaps: How are you today?
And I am sure that you will all answer me; I am very well, thank you. Or perhaps you’ll say, I am well, or I am fine, or I feel great, or I feel as good as gold thanks very much.
And then just to be polite to me you’ll ask me back. And how are you today? (And then you’ll expect from me very much the same answers that you have given me.) I am very well, thank you. Or I am fine. I am as good as gold thanks, and so on. This seems to me unreal, so I am going to write something later on about how we behave. 
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Sunday, January 27, 2013

More farm life

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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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