tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post6185417422312452885..comments2024-03-29T08:09:07.209-07:00Comments on Island Musings: The HayMarie Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-9017889808960124512016-07-11T15:32:45.566-07:002016-07-11T15:32:45.566-07:00The air is so fresh and clean here, Sarah. The air is so fresh and clean here, Sarah. Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-17260887071214151632016-07-11T12:28:27.259-07:002016-07-11T12:28:27.259-07:00It was lovely reading your memories of hay making....It was lovely reading your memories of hay making. I always remember seeing hay all lined up in stacks like little soliders when we visited Austria in the summer as a child. The sea and sky are so blue too! Sarah x<br /><br /><br />Down by the seahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06148800326418238027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-40429164432693092592016-07-11T05:12:31.402-07:002016-07-11T05:12:31.402-07:00The past informs my present. I am lucky the memori...The past informs my present. I am lucky the memories a good.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-40216717394716249462016-07-11T04:57:17.489-07:002016-07-11T04:57:17.489-07:00You tied past and present together nicely. It'...You tied past and present together nicely. It's a good memory that you have as well as a good present.Anvilcloudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-2347867217233504032016-07-10T12:23:22.491-07:002016-07-10T12:23:22.491-07:00I was lucky to have the grandparents I did. They w...I was lucky to have the grandparents I did. They were wonderful. A child who has good grandparents is fortunate indeed!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-72498382822598905192016-07-10T01:04:12.161-07:002016-07-10T01:04:12.161-07:00Oh, wow, Marie. What a grand tribute to your Gran...Oh, wow, Marie. What a grand tribute to your Granda, who did, indeed, die doing what he loved doing...working hard. I love that you have such fond memories of this yearly ritual. Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-82115068301036147682016-07-09T19:23:27.499-07:002016-07-09T19:23:27.499-07:00Lots of iron in the soil here, Joanne. I guess the...Lots of iron in the soil here, Joanne. I guess there is in the south as well.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-21398156758175869382016-07-09T18:58:19.266-07:002016-07-09T18:58:19.266-07:00How red the soil. It looks like soil in the south....How red the soil. It looks like soil in the south.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-81595599678539877162016-07-09T18:53:24.348-07:002016-07-09T18:53:24.348-07:00What a great comparison, Tomoko. They were similar...What a great comparison, Tomoko. They were similar though one was fictional.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-87396648798974453332016-07-09T17:46:45.634-07:002016-07-09T17:46:45.634-07:00So glad that you spent time walking on the beautif...So glad that you spent time walking on the beautiful day, and that you remember your grandfather when you see the hay in the field. Your memory is so special. Your post reminded me of a hard-working and heart warming man,Matthew in Anne's World. Tomokohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12489670893543758352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-88470690173053364242016-07-09T16:34:37.427-07:002016-07-09T16:34:37.427-07:00Being from Newfoundland, I know rocks. We were ama...Being from Newfoundland, I know rocks. We were amazed to learn that people buy rock here for their gardens. It was four years before we found a rock in our neighbourhood as well. <br /><br />I too have red rocks among my flower bed but they are hardly rock, they are so soft and break from frost or if dropped. Hard red rock is difficult to find.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-57080564093505804462016-07-09T16:29:08.707-07:002016-07-09T16:29:08.707-07:00I am so glad I had these experiences when I was gr...I am so glad I had these experiences when I was growing up. It has kept me grounded and I have a strong sense of where I came from. I am very fortunate that way.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-24987284093434243012016-07-09T16:26:31.585-07:002016-07-09T16:26:31.585-07:00I was so lucky to have Granda in my life. Thank yo...I was so lucky to have Granda in my life. Thank you for the comment, Jan.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-39649401200457929332016-07-09T10:16:24.202-07:002016-07-09T10:16:24.202-07:00However, the times you describe are precious. I li...However, the times you describe are precious. I lived in the south in the 1960s and for a time, Dad worked for the Dept. of Agriculture. (Mom grew up on a farm.) Dad subscribed to 'The Farmer's Digest' magazine and I read it cover to cover. <br /><br />I also recall farmers bringing their wagons to town on market days. People lived like this for centuries, before the Industrial age. Now we speed along oblivious to this old world. Thanks to you and Capek, and other authors for reminding us.<br /><br />(Another one I thought of id Lark Rise to Candleford which the BBC dramatized.) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-31456854250422821672016-07-09T07:51:17.573-07:002016-07-09T07:51:17.573-07:00My grandparents were into farming, well known for ...My grandparents were into farming, well known for the corn they grew. Definitely hard work and a hot meal was always had at noon.<br />When I see the red soil in your photos it reminds me that the most precious things I brought back from PEI holiday years ago are the red rocks throughout my gardens. I love the colour and they are a fond reminder of your beautiful province. The rural area where I live in ON, one could almost be a rock farmer. :-)Judith @ Lavender Cottagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16361061491506137380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-74895457404136326762016-07-09T05:39:22.237-07:002016-07-09T05:39:22.237-07:00Thank you for introducing me to Granda. He worked ...Thank you for introducing me to Granda. He worked hard and taught his granddaughter some valuable life lessons, as well. Now you are teaching me. :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-30289757161173310802016-07-08T17:24:39.223-07:002016-07-08T17:24:39.223-07:00Hard work was all he knew but I think he was happy...Hard work was all he knew but I think he was happy. He was good to his family too. A good man in every way. Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-81221586203346609992016-07-08T17:23:22.495-07:002016-07-08T17:23:22.495-07:00This time was the 1960s in a small family farm in ...This time was the 1960s in a small family farm in Newfoundland. We were behind the times!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-84846623561919165872016-07-08T17:21:50.462-07:002016-07-08T17:21:50.462-07:00He worked until the day he died. He was happy!He worked until the day he died. He was happy!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-46347010099301849902016-07-08T17:20:58.300-07:002016-07-08T17:20:58.300-07:00There is a lot of canola grown here!There is a lot of canola grown here!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-53401823143502193432016-07-08T17:20:23.051-07:002016-07-08T17:20:23.051-07:00It was a wonderful man who often comes to mind. I ...It was a wonderful man who often comes to mind. I was lucky!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-62091745268944147002016-07-08T17:19:35.487-07:002016-07-08T17:19:35.487-07:00Lucky you! Good luck!Lucky you! Good luck!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-8198256196947961302016-07-08T14:47:30.799-07:002016-07-08T14:47:30.799-07:00Our ancestors (including some who are remarkably c...Our ancestors (including some who are remarkably close) worked hard didn't they? I am glad that your grandfather wasn't condemned to a nursing home and years of frailty.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-20734866681773459462016-07-08T14:03:41.106-07:002016-07-08T14:03:41.106-07:00Your post reminded me of Czech writer Karel Capeck...Your post reminded me of Czech writer Karel Capeck's 'The Gardener's Year.' Written before WWII it describes farmers coming to market in prewar 1930s Chechoslovakia.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-90507930768983771842016-07-08T11:52:15.956-07:002016-07-08T11:52:15.956-07:00I agree, it's much better to drop in harness t...I agree, it's much better to drop in harness than fade away in a nursing home.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.com