tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728171562265557074.post3791108905342420737..comments2024-03-01T07:24:11.331-05:00Comments on The Grandmother Gig: Make Hay While The Sun ShinesMimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827592135612785434noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728171562265557074.post-80428600875949413882015-05-06T09:38:28.670-04:002015-05-06T09:38:28.670-04:00Yes. Farming is a high-risk occupation, too. We of...Yes. Farming is a high-risk occupation, too. We often forget about that.Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15827592135612785434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728171562265557074.post-81039452396604000662015-05-06T08:34:22.332-04:002015-05-06T08:34:22.332-04:00I grew ip in a faming community and have a great d...I grew ip in a faming community and have a great deat of respect for farmers. Most of my high school frieds lived on farms and Inloved visiting at their houses! My ancestors were farmers, too. I respect farmers . . . and those who feed them! My great-grandfather fell from a hay wagon and broke his hip. He died from his injury. Though my folks didn't farm, I don't take farming for granted.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com