Love this thread! These are a couple from the family farm. I only visit anymore as the original farm house is occupied by a cousin. The original farm has been handed down and split for 7 generations! If anyone is doing the maths that puts it at around 1780 when G-G-G-G-Grandpa & Ma jumped off the boat from the old country! Believe it or not it all of us that own part of it (the collective farm is split but we all lease it out to family members who still farm) can trace our parcel to the original ancestor!

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My father's side of the family has been rooted in the Ozarks for almost 200 years. I have a slight accent which gets more pronounced when I'm angry or horny (strangely enough). To give you an idea of my hillbilly cred, my grandfather did about a year in jail around 1930 or '31 for stealing a pig! Got pardoned by the governor of Missouri! Not making a word of that up. The official copy is in our possession.

Full disclosure: I don't know the first thing about raising livestock or growing crops, I'm not a rodeo fan, I'm not a hunter. I have nothing against any of the above, quite the reverse. I know the woods, but not all that well. My mom and dad and I used to go way out in the woods to cut firewood; a friend of my dad's had a property WAY out in the boonies. You could only get there with a four-wheel drive on some really rough dirt roads through the edge of a state forest. Invariably, every clearing out there had a house trailer. To this day, I have never figured out how in the hell they got those trailers through without knocking half the woods down!

My dad and I kept doing that until he turned 80. I used to hate doing that cause it was boring and painful to me. Now I really miss it. :( At almost 96, my Dad doesn't use a chainsaw much anymore. ;)

I do have a fair amount of skill as a country cook. I make great biscuits and gravy, I can do up some great fried chicken, I make cornbread, blackeyed peas, pork chops, hoppin' john. I could probably do a good job with greens, except I can't stand them.

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Country roads... Take me home... To the place... Where I belong!
I grew up on a dirt road, I know almost every dirt road in the entire county where I grew up, and I learned to drive on them. In another world, I could easily have run shine and never get caught. 😁 I know some very beautiful spots in the Ozarks that no one knows about, mainly because I have kin buried in those places. :ROFLMAO:
 
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