Monthly Archives: November 2013

Cutting to the chase….

Lets face it. It’s not every day that a woman, in her fifties, gets asked to drive a chaser bin – especially since my experience was in an era that would barely recognise a harvest today. Many farmer’s wives are … Continue reading

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Ignoring gender and other dad stuff….

Ignoring gender…. I’ve said before that Dad didn’t think about gender when he delegated jobs. One year I helped him crutch sheep. I was strong as an ox back then – wish I had some of that now! He told … Continue reading

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This and that…..

“Te Whare”… Maori for “the home”. We all grew up on a mixed farm in Central NSW, Australia, not too far from a little town called Bethungra. By mixed, I mean: sheep, cattle and crops and plenty of unwelcome rabbits. … Continue reading

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Wooden spoons… a weapon of not-so-mass-destruction

Siblings….. As I’ve said in a previous blog, Mum and Dad had 5 of us… 3 girls and 2 boys – in that order. Very few photo memories once the boys arrived. I’m thinking perhaps the camera was broken sometime … Continue reading

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Destination – Home

Back to earth….. It’s been 33 years since I last worked a harvest and as luck would have it I’m back in the tractor seat this year. 33 years ago was the very last harvest that my father was to … Continue reading

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