Word: grass
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Outside, Joe knelt in the dew-laden Bermuda grass, tied his shoe laces, then swung off in easy, economical strides toward the neat, white smokehouse. There, ducking under three Tennessee hams and some sides of smoked fatback, he filled a five-gallon grease bucket with wheat shorts, crimped oats and water to make a slop for the four Duroc sows that were nursing their first litters in the orchard lot. To the hog troughs he took the shortest route, leading through the family cemetery behind the house. As the wire gate clicked shut behind him, Joe passed by the chest...
...matters, as he moved through the early morning ground mists from the cemetery to the orchard lot, where he poured the slop into two troughs and heard the chup-chop of the sows' jaws. Glad to get away from the smell of the hoghouse, Joe waded through high grass and weeds to what was once a brooder house. He hefted a two-bushel bag of mixed feed and poured most of it into a trough for his non-purebred calves. Stepping back, he gauged with practiced eye each calf's enthusiasm for the mixture. Such attention pays...
...Slugabed. Half an hour after his alarm clock went off, Joe was back at the kitchen door, wiping his shoes on the grass. It was only half an hour before sunrise-and again there is a change to be noted in life on the American farm. Getting up sometimes at 4:30, generally at 5, and occasionally lolling in bed until 6, Joe Moore would have been considered a slugabed by his great-grandfather, who, out of the necessity of his era, turned out at an invariable 4 a.m. When a man is working three to ten farmhands...
...Rule of Thumb. Basic to Joe Moore's childhood was the ownership of livestock. Beginning when he was four, Joe and his sister, Donneita, shared ownership of lambs deserted by their mothers, feeding them by bottle until they were old enough to go on grass. Already, Joe's hearty appetite for cold cash was apparent: he even made a tidy profit out of his habit of sucking his thumb. For months, both his mother and grandmother put dimes under his pillow every time he went to sleep without his thumb in his mouth. Finally grandmother Carver said...
Breaking the Complex. Almost as a matter of course, Joe joined the F.F.A. when he entered high school in Gainesboro. Under his vocational agriculture teacher, Robert ("Woofie") Fox, Joe began studying the schoolbook side of modern farming: crop rotation, contour plowing, terracing, grass and grain mixtures for good cover crops, soil testing, plant foods, livestock bacteria, basic veterinary practice. In shop class, Joe learned how to build hog feeders and cattle chutes, how to wire a barn for electricity, how to hang gates, how to solder and weld, and how to care for his machines. (Lesson I: "Grease is cheaper...