I was a new, young bride totally clueless about what it meant to be a farmer’s wife.  My dad was always home for dinner by 5:30 PM so I figured my hubby would be too. I was wrong. My first stab at a home cooked meal was ready at 5:30. My farmer came home at 9:00!

Many long hours were involved in making a crop, most of which were spent in preparing the soil to accept the seed.