These frosty mornings in the fall remind me of gathering crops in the old days. The farmers always raced to get their corn crops cut before frost We always raised a big corn patch which served to feed not only us but the animals as well.
When the corn was ready to be cut it was cut stalk by stalk with a knife called a corn knife. The blades on a corn knife were straight or curved, on long and short handles The corn was cut about a foot from the ground and on a slant. The corn was then put it into shocks and in a couple weeks after it had dried out and was ready to shuck
To make a shock you left about four or five stalks standing and then used a corn knife to cut an armful and lay it on a piece of twine and then tie it up. The bunches were stood up in a circle that made the shock. Another piece of twine was tied very tight around the whole shock this kept it from blowing down.
After a couple weeks of being left to dry the shucking would begin. The wagon was pulled up alongside the shocks and when it was full it was pulled to the corn crib where it would be stored for feeding to the animals or for grinding to take to mill for cornmeal.
One year my dad had cut and shocked his corn. It was a full moon and he and his brother decided they would sit up all night and shuck corn. Of course, I am sure they had had a "little nip" or two. They were sitting shucking and talking and my mother decided she would see what they were up too so she walked out to the cornfield. My uncle saw her sneaking up on my dad and he started talking.
"Roy, Aren't you afraid of living out here in the country"?
My dad says," No. I am not afraid".
"Aren't there boogers and haints out here"
"There's no such thing as a booger or haint".
"What would you do if you saw something scary out here"?
"I've never seen anything I was scared of".
About that time my mother laid her hand on my dads shoulder . He threw his cornshucker, jumped over the fodder shock and took off running for the house while my uncle and mother roared with laughter.
It was springtime when they plowed the field for the next corn crop when he found his cornshucker.
That's it for today!
Jenny, that little story certainly brings back a few memories of my very early childhood when I remember my dad handling his corn crop that very same way. Ten acres of corn back in the day certainly seemed like an awfully lot of corn,...today, not so much.
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