My grandparents grew up on a farm/ranch in the 40-50s and I love looking at their old pictures of the farm and all the old equipment they use to use. Wish I could have grew up on a farm and been able to drive and work on the old tractors
My dad did this all his life, waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night he worked so hard, I was very proud of my dad, probably the hardest working man that I’ve ever known in my whole life, he devoted his whole life to farming,whether it. would be row crops , Cattle or hogs he enjoyed it very much.
Back when you could actually make a living on the farm without a couple million dollars in equipment and 10,000 acres of rented ground... and a permanent multi-million dollar loan from the bank. Good times! OL J R :)
I was 9 years old and my pappy farmed during this time. A year later we moved and raised cattle. I slept on the floor of a 4020 while mom disked the field.
+Joseph Borseth That's a good long career. The people I work for have been farming the land I work on since 1912. So this is crop No. 105 we are working on now. We do things a little differently now! I do remember threshing machines running off of old JD 2 cylinder beauties up until I was maybe almost 10. Stubborn old peasant type immigrants from Russia, mainly. Now, it is like driving around in your living room. The machines basically drive themselves, so take your Ipad.
Beginning- walking thru a sunflower field about to bloom 0:10- walking in a wheat field 0:41- walking in a sunflower field in bloom 1:20- windrowing wheat with pull-type windrowers, front one not sure what tractor that is, OLD for sure, second tractor looks like a wide-front Farmall, maybe a Super M like my Dad had and farmed with at that time... 2:08- combining wheat with a small older Massey Ferguson combine with a windrow pickup. 2:44- unplugging the auger/pickup on the combine 2:48- augering the grain out of the combine into a dump wagon on the go pulled alongside. 3:14- dusting crops with the high wheel old tractor that had been pulling the front windrower, with some kind of OLD dusting machine... the rotating drum holding the powdered chemical or sulfur or whatever is the tip off... definitely not a sprayer, and the drifting dust gives it away. Grandpa used to use dusting sulfur on cotton which he put in old croker sacks tied to the cultivator toolbar over the rows as he cultivated-- it was a common practice in the 50's and 60's that was still being used some. 3:34- testing grain for moisture and cup weight, using a fancy test machine... typical to test thresh some grain and run it through a tester to see if it's dry enough to combine, or if it needs to dry in the field a little more to avoid dockage for moisture being too high. What we always did but we didn't have a tester, just combined about 100 feet or so into the field and then backed out, grabbed a bucket full of grain, and went to the elevator and let them test it. That or the good old "crack" test-- put a kernel between your teeth and bite down slowly-- if it mashes and then breaks, it's too wet... if it resists and then cracks in half quickly, it's dry and good to go. 3:54- dumping grain out of a truck into the auger lifting it up into the bin... auger is powered by a small gas engine visible at the top LH side. 4:22- plowing the field with a five bottom IH plow and a Deere tractor, looks like a 4020. Trip bottoms of the plow repeatedly popping back over rocks, rolled up a couple big rocks along the way. 5:16- front mounted tank to carry extra fuel to stay in the field all day, without having to go back to the farmyard to fuel up or haul it out to the field in a pickup and then have to pump it into the tractor (that was my job as a kid just a few years after this was filmed (this was filmed the year I was born), pumping about 70 gallons of gasoline into the combine every morning with an old back-and-forth hand pump... 6:21- taking a break and horsing around on a big boulder in the middle of the field. Up in Indiana at the inlaws they'd either blow up one like that with dynamite, or dig a hole and push it in, but it was probably just as easy to farm around them, particularly out on the big rolling prairies of the Plains... 6:46- tractor seat view of the plow turning under the wheat stubble... 7:20- digging red potatoes with a machine... it digs the potatoes out of the ground and brings them up to a platform, shaking off most of the dirt with potato chains as it does, dumping them on a belt where the crew is sorting out small rocks brought up by the digger and tossing them and whatever potato plants came up with them onto a second belt which dumps all that garbage overboard, the wider belt delivers the sorted potatoes to a secondary potato chain which goes over more rollers to separate out the rest of the dirt from the potatoes before dumping them in a wagon or basket.
Plowing with no cab brought back a few memories. Mostly freezing while choking on dust for days or weeks on end. Seemed to me the wind was always at your back when plowing, when you changed directions the wind changed also. ;-) That's how I remember it.
yeah no cab and the wind never seemed to be at my back, nice when it was but usually in my face along with all the dirt, dust and whatever else got thrown up. Always freezing except when the sun was out and then couldn't find shade or get comfortable, shady side freezing sunnyside burning
Try an open deck cotton picker in August just west of Houston-- 100 degrees and 100% humidity, and the leaf and weed seed trash blowing off the roof grates of the cotton picker constantly raining down on you... soaked with sweat it all sticks to you and you end up like a breaded pork chop LOL:) That or in the late 70's, combining grain sorghum in July in the same conditions, 90 degrees at 8 am in the morning, and you're soaked in sweat all day, with the downy mildew itch dust wafting up from the combine platform reel, and coating you with itchy dust. Just stuck with it til quitting time after dark when you got back to the house, stripped down, and took a long shower... maybe a wet towel to wash your face, neck, and arms at lunch if you were lucky... don't miss those days much... but life WAS simpler then.
Tuesday, January 28, 1986... I was a freshman in high school, and I had skipped school that day to work in the field. I was running a hipper (row disk) building up the beds and breaking the crust over the field from the winter... it was a beautiful day, cool and a decent north wind from the cold front that blew through a few days before, and rarely for southeast Texas just west of Houston, it blew through without dumping a couple inches of rain on the farm, so the ground was dry enough to work. SO I'd decided I'd rather be in the field on Ford 6600 pulling a four row hipper than sitting in a stupid classroom. I had worked a lot of ground and was in the big field just south of my parent's house, and it was getting close to noon... just enjoying the chilly breeze and sunshine on the open station tractor. Dad came down in the pickup and pulled off on the side of the road at the end of the field to pick me up for lunch. I came to the end of my pass, raised the hipper and turned around, pulled back into the next set of rows, and stopped, shut the tractor down, and dropped the row disk. I hopped off, walked across and jumped the ditch, and walked up to the truck and hopped in. Dad had gotten off work at the nuke plant at 6 am, came home and went to bed, and got up for lunch. As we drove up to Grandma's house, Dad mentioned that the space shuttle had exploded. I knew it was launching, it had been trying to launch for some time, but had kept having problems. The cold front that had blown through SE TX a few days before, had blown through the Cape the night before, bitterly cold, freezing up the launch pad with tons of icicles and froze the shuttle down well below freezing overnight. I was a space nut even then, and Dad knew that, but he wasn't terribly interested in the space program, though he did take me down to NASA Johnson Space Center in Houston for a visit a time or two. I figured that he'd seen the launch on TV when he woke up, saw the huge cloud of smoke when the boosters separated, and figured the shuttle blew up. When we walked into the house at Grandma's, it was on the TV... the shuttle Challenger had indeed blown up, killing all seven astronauts including "schoolteacher in space" Christa McAuliffe. The whole thing was being replayed over and over again on all three networks, we watched the coverage while we ate our lunch. Before I went back to the field and Dad went back to the house to sleep a few hours before he had to be back at work at 6pm, I popped a blank tape into my new Sears top-loader VCR I had just bought the previous fall on closeout, with my crop money... paid $350 for that thing, which was a LOT of money back then. I left it on slow record and went back to the field until dark. Still got that tape somewhere in the closet I think. Watched it a few times.
This video with music and strange colors looks like a kind of impresionism work. Peoples seem to be alive, we don't know if they looks camera. I like agriculture and 70' videos.
Farmers have gotten away from braking land but the best thing is ever 3 years is to break up the ground as deep as the tractor will pull it They don’t understand that you need all the nutrients where the roots are the nutrients ain’t worth a shit on top of the ground
@@GT-fi4sk The old farmer who used to own our farm got a Farmall C in 1950. Never got rid of the mules. Needed them to pull the tractor out when it got stuck. LOL
Because film was expensive back then... 8mm cameras and film both were... so it wasn't very high quality film (high grain density) to start with, plus the 8mm frames of the film were only about the size of your pinky fingernail-- the larger the film, the higher the quality... which is why 110 pictures were so small and grainy, whereas Hollywood movies were filmed on at least 35 mm film, which is about 5X larger film, so MUCH higher quality, even for "cheap" film simply because of the film size... plus like you said, they had high density, high quality film that the studios used when filming movies. Look at some of the old photos taken by Ansel Adams and other professional landscape photographers even back in the early 1900's... some of the cameras they used would use HUGE film sizes, sometimes several inches across, so naturally they recorded a huge amount of detail in excellent resolution, which is why they can still be enlarged to huge sizes without appearing grainy or blurry. Small film sizes like 110 or 8mm cannot be enlarged very much at all without appearing grainy or blurry, because when you enlarge it you're actually also enlarging the grains of chemicals that make up the film and form the image. Plus a lot of these films have been in storage for decades, that doesn't help either.
what an incredible piece of history. I love it and would give anything to go back and live and farm in 1971
Thank you. Me too!
Thank you
My grandparents grew up on a farm/ranch in the 40-50s and I love looking at their old pictures of the farm and all the old equipment they use to use. Wish I could have grew up on a farm and been able to drive and work on the old tractors
My dad did this all his life, waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night he worked so hard, I was very proud of my dad, probably the hardest working man that I’ve ever known in my whole life, he devoted his whole life to farming,whether it. would be row crops , Cattle or hogs he enjoyed it very much.
My gramps farmed his whole life. An Oliver 770 was his biggest tractor. And he milked cows till he was 76.
Thank you
Back when you could actually make a living on the farm without a couple million dollars in equipment and 10,000 acres of rented ground... and a permanent multi-million dollar loan from the bank. Good times! OL J R :)
I was 9 years old and my pappy farmed during this time. A year later we moved and raised cattle. I slept on the floor of a 4020 while mom disked the field.
Bill c nice story . My sons where like that.
The film was enjoyable. The music enhanced the video adding mood
Love Farming With All My Heart Thanks To Babe And Gordy.
We had a '63 4010 with a tank mounted on the fron just like this one. Brings back memories.
Thank you
Great old time video. Dad farmed in NE Iowa from 1964 to 1988.
+Joseph Borseth
That's a good long career.
The people I work for have been farming the land I work on since 1912. So this is crop No. 105 we are working on now.
We do things a little differently now!
I do remember threshing machines running off of old JD 2 cylinder beauties up until I was maybe almost 10. Stubborn old peasant type immigrants from Russia, mainly.
Now, it is like driving around in your living room.
The machines basically drive themselves, so take your Ipad.
My Grandpa was a Iowa farmer from 1971 until 1985. He never had a cab on his Allis-Chalmers. lol :)
Thank you
What a great video old farming bring back good memories
Beginning- walking thru a sunflower field about to bloom
0:10- walking in a wheat field
0:41- walking in a sunflower field in bloom
1:20- windrowing wheat with pull-type windrowers, front one not sure what tractor that is, OLD for sure, second tractor looks like a wide-front Farmall, maybe a Super M like my Dad had and farmed with at that time...
2:08- combining wheat with a small older Massey Ferguson combine with a windrow pickup.
2:44- unplugging the auger/pickup on the combine
2:48- augering the grain out of the combine into a dump wagon on the go pulled alongside.
3:14- dusting crops with the high wheel old tractor that had been pulling the front windrower, with some kind of OLD dusting machine... the rotating drum holding the powdered chemical or sulfur or whatever is the tip off... definitely not a sprayer, and the drifting dust gives it away. Grandpa used to use dusting sulfur on cotton which he put in old croker sacks tied to the cultivator toolbar over the rows as he cultivated-- it was a common practice in the 50's and 60's that was still being used some.
3:34- testing grain for moisture and cup weight, using a fancy test machine... typical to test thresh some grain and run it through a tester to see if it's dry enough to combine, or if it needs to dry in the field a little more to avoid dockage for moisture being too high. What we always did but we didn't have a tester, just combined about 100 feet or so into the field and then backed out, grabbed a bucket full of grain, and went to the elevator and let them test it. That or the good old "crack" test-- put a kernel between your teeth and bite down slowly-- if it mashes and then breaks, it's too wet... if it resists and then cracks in half quickly, it's dry and good to go.
3:54- dumping grain out of a truck into the auger lifting it up into the bin... auger is powered by a small gas engine visible at the top LH side.
4:22- plowing the field with a five bottom IH plow and a Deere tractor, looks like a 4020. Trip bottoms of the plow repeatedly popping back over rocks, rolled up a couple big rocks along the way.
5:16- front mounted tank to carry extra fuel to stay in the field all day, without having to go back to the farmyard to fuel up or haul it out to the field in a pickup and then have to pump it into the tractor (that was my job as a kid just a few years after this was filmed (this was filmed the year I was born), pumping about 70 gallons of gasoline into the combine every morning with an old back-and-forth hand pump...
6:21- taking a break and horsing around on a big boulder in the middle of the field. Up in Indiana at the inlaws they'd either blow up one like that with dynamite, or dig a hole and push it in, but it was probably just as easy to farm around them, particularly out on the big rolling prairies of the Plains...
6:46- tractor seat view of the plow turning under the wheat stubble...
7:20- digging red potatoes with a machine... it digs the potatoes out of the ground and brings them up to a platform, shaking off most of the dirt with potato chains as it does, dumping them on a belt where the crew is sorting out small rocks brought up by the digger and tossing them and whatever potato plants came up with them onto a second belt which dumps all that garbage overboard, the wider belt delivers the sorted potatoes to a secondary potato chain which goes over more rollers to separate out the rest of the dirt from the potatoes before dumping them in a wagon or basket.
Plowing with no cab brought back a few memories. Mostly freezing while choking on dust for days or weeks on end. Seemed to me the wind was always at your back when plowing, when you changed directions the wind changed also. ;-) That's how I remember it.
yeah no cab and the wind never seemed to be at my back, nice when it was but usually in my face along with all the dirt, dust and whatever else got thrown up. Always freezing except when the sun was out and then couldn't find shade or get comfortable, shady side freezing sunnyside burning
Spreading manure was a treat with the wind, too.
Try an open deck cotton picker in August just west of Houston-- 100 degrees and 100% humidity, and the leaf and weed seed trash blowing off the roof grates of the cotton picker constantly raining down on you... soaked with sweat it all sticks to you and you end up like a breaded pork chop LOL:) That or in the late 70's, combining grain sorghum in July in the same conditions, 90 degrees at 8 am in the morning, and you're soaked in sweat all day, with the downy mildew itch dust wafting up from the combine platform reel, and coating you with itchy dust. Just stuck with it til quitting time after dark when you got back to the house, stripped down, and took a long shower... maybe a wet towel to wash your face, neck, and arms at lunch if you were lucky... don't miss those days much... but life WAS simpler then.
Tuesday, January 28, 1986... I was a freshman in high school, and I had skipped school that day to work in the field. I was running a hipper (row disk) building up the beds and breaking the crust over the field from the winter... it was a beautiful day, cool and a decent north wind from the cold front that blew through a few days before, and rarely for southeast Texas just west of Houston, it blew through without dumping a couple inches of rain on the farm, so the ground was dry enough to work. SO I'd decided I'd rather be in the field on Ford 6600 pulling a four row hipper than sitting in a stupid classroom. I had worked a lot of ground and was in the big field just south of my parent's house, and it was getting close to noon... just enjoying the chilly breeze and sunshine on the open station tractor. Dad came down in the pickup and pulled off on the side of the road at the end of the field to pick me up for lunch. I came to the end of my pass, raised the hipper and turned around, pulled back into the next set of rows, and stopped, shut the tractor down, and dropped the row disk. I hopped off, walked across and jumped the ditch, and walked up to the truck and hopped in. Dad had gotten off work at the nuke plant at 6 am, came home and went to bed, and got up for lunch. As we drove up to Grandma's house, Dad mentioned that the space shuttle had exploded. I knew it was launching, it had been trying to launch for some time, but had kept having problems. The cold front that had blown through SE TX a few days before, had blown through the Cape the night before, bitterly cold, freezing up the launch pad with tons of icicles and froze the shuttle down well below freezing overnight. I was a space nut even then, and Dad knew that, but he wasn't terribly interested in the space program, though he did take me down to NASA Johnson Space Center in Houston for a visit a time or two. I figured that he'd seen the launch on TV when he woke up, saw the huge cloud of smoke when the boosters separated, and figured the shuttle blew up.
When we walked into the house at Grandma's, it was on the TV... the shuttle Challenger had indeed blown up, killing all seven astronauts including "schoolteacher in space" Christa McAuliffe. The whole thing was being replayed over and over again on all three networks, we watched the coverage while we ate our lunch. Before I went back to the field and Dad went back to the house to sleep a few hours before he had to be back at work at 6pm, I popped a blank tape into my new Sears top-loader VCR I had just bought the previous fall on closeout, with my crop money... paid $350 for that thing, which was a LOT of money back then. I left it on slow record and went back to the field until dark. Still got that tape somewhere in the closet I think. Watched it a few times.
This video with music and strange colors looks like a kind of impresionism work. Peoples seem to be alive, we don't know if they looks camera. I like agriculture and 70' videos.
Sunflowers.
Not common around here.
1971. Not so long ago. I remember.
Thank you
Remember using peach baskets as a shield in potato fights?
Pa Ingalls approves.
my great grandpa is bud tibert we farmed by minto nd the LE tibert patato company
Nice video, how's the unstyled John Deere picking up the hay mine though? Enjoy the video.
Farmers have gotten away from braking land but the best thing is ever 3 years is to break up the ground as deep as the tractor will pull it They don’t understand that you need all the nutrients where the roots are the nutrients ain’t worth a shit on top of the ground
Remember these guys grew up plowing with mules
I still farm a a little bit I'm from East Tennessee
and probably thought the tractor was just a fad that would never catch on
@@GT-fi4sk The old farmer who used to own our farm got a Farmall C in 1950. Never got rid of the mules. Needed them to pull the tractor out when it got stuck. LOL
I have a 3 pt.model for sale always shredded 5 bottom,18 in.,2nd owner!,plow under that Missouri sand!!
Must've been lots of rocks in the fields back then that plow was tripping a lot!
yes
Is this farm still in operation
What’s the theme song I like it
What's the name of the song
Similar to farming in n Dakota in the 60s and 70s
My father farm in Hillsboro North Dakota, back in 1961, he believes he worked for a Ben Wichell
u don't see much plowing like that now days very few do it now
This video is great! I farm around gardner, nd... Where was this farm located.?
Wheres the tractor today?
The music doesn't sound very old fashion
Just curious why all these video's are so grainy? Hollywood has produced high definition films since the 1930.s.
Looks like a families Super 8 movies
It was probably a home camera they had recently acquired and wanted to show it off by recording a year on their farm. At least that's my guess.
Because film was expensive back then... 8mm cameras and film both were... so it wasn't very high quality film (high grain density) to start with, plus the 8mm frames of the film were only about the size of your pinky fingernail-- the larger the film, the higher the quality... which is why 110 pictures were so small and grainy, whereas Hollywood movies were filmed on at least 35 mm film, which is about 5X larger film, so MUCH higher quality, even for "cheap" film simply because of the film size... plus like you said, they had high density, high quality film that the studios used when filming movies. Look at some of the old photos taken by Ansel Adams and other professional landscape photographers even back in the early 1900's... some of the cameras they used would use HUGE film sizes, sometimes several inches across, so naturally they recorded a huge amount of detail in excellent resolution, which is why they can still be enlarged to huge sizes without appearing grainy or blurry. Small film sizes like 110 or 8mm cannot be enlarged very much at all without appearing grainy or blurry, because when you enlarge it you're actually also enlarging the grains of chemicals that make up the film and form the image.
Plus a lot of these films have been in storage for decades, that doesn't help either.
Good old days were farmers were heroes,not like today and the media bullsht
Whats with the tunes? get some Nick Drake on here or something or relevant.