I once meet a farmer named Tall Dale. Ole Tall Dale wasn't tall at all…. In fact he was only 5’6”. He would work hard during the hot summer, only starting to sweat when the temperature got to one hundred and five degrees. During a good growing season, his wheat would grow eight feet tall and his corn ten feet. That's taller then anyone else’s crop in the whole state of North Dakota. Some days his wife, Sue goes out into the field to find him and tell him dinner is ready, but she had to stop because she often got lost in the tall fields of corn and wheat. Tall Dale has been farming since the minute he learned to walk. When he was five, he joined 4H and entered his plants in contests. He won millions of contests and never lost. Not only was Tall Dale’s crop the biggest, but it also tasted the best. One time he entered a contest where you could make anything you wanted, but you had to have corn incorporated in what you made. He made this amazing corn bread that he cooked in a cast iron skillet over coals. I tried some and I couldn't stop eating it. I ate a whole pot. It was a soft yellow color and had pieces of corn in it. It was light, moist and fluffy. …show more content…
During the winter all of Tall Dale’s children complain about walking to the bus stop together in the cold, but he remains them that he had to walk 5 miles to school up hill both ways. He has eight kids. Ray, is twenty three and she is going to college to become a lawyer. Jean, is twenty and is a farmer with his dad. Paul, is seventeen and is a senior in high school. He has no idea what he wants to do, but he helps out on the farm. As do all the other kids. James, who is fifteen and a sophomore in high school. Allen, who is fourteen and a freshman. Ella, who is twelve and an seventh grader. May, who is ten and is in fifth grade. Last but not least, Philip, who is seven and in third
The film, King Corn, is a documentary by two college friends who moved to Greene, Iowa to grow and farm an acre of corn as an experiment. Corn is a type of plant eaten and used by millions of people in this world. Corn was originally from Mexico. However, due to our ancestor’s migration, it was brought over to the States. Corn used to be in many colors, consisting from red to white, and yellow. Eventually as time progressed, nowadays the corn sold in the supermarkets are all yellow.
“The first time I made a crop on my own was in 1966, I was 22 years old and my uncle had just had a heart attack,” Becton said. “He knew I was looking to get started farming and decided to lease me 230 acres.”
Alex, Bill, Carl, and Devon have inherited an organic farm from their father and are interested in restructuring the company to a different business form. The four siblings have no desire to take part in the day-to-day operation of the farm, but they have a cousin named Xavier that is willing to oversee operations. Xavier has been the father’s protégé for the past five years and has fallen in love with farm life. He will continue to manage the operations of the orchard, vegetable gardens, grain fields, trout pounds, poultry operation, as well as the fall corn maze and pumpkin patch that have been a staple in the community for years. The five family members are all
I am not sure if you remember me or not but my name is Tanner Steineke and I was a senior last year at West Central. I took dual credit courses through Southeast Technical Institute during the first semester and in order for USD to accept the transcript I need a high school counselor’s signature on the attached form. If you have the time, would you please sign/fill out the bottom portion of the attachment?
When Dale accepted the position as coach and history and civics teacher thought he would be welcome with open arms. When he got to the high school he stop a teacher to ask her where the principal office was, she told him that the office was up the stairs and she thought they were hiring a younger person to be the head coach. As she proceed to question him he interrupts her question by stating this felt like an interview and he thought he already had the job. The teacher did not like his response and walked off. Dale showed the teacher and the townsmen that he was not a person that was going to take orders from them when it came to the basketball team. The townsmen corner Dale
Gun shots, car alarms, sirens from police cars or ambulances, and hustlers and gangsters yelling under my window are what I remember hearing every night growing up in Washington, D.C. Trying to raise a young male was hard, especially coming from the 8th ward projects of Green Valley Avenue. My father, Gary W. Hodnett Sr., was able to raise five children with all of these negative distractions that our community dealt him. He is the most significant person in my life, and I admire him so much. He has taught me so much about becoming a man and raising a family. I think my father was a fantastic provider, a great teacher, and a wonderful spiritual leaders and I wouldn’t change nothing about him.
The way she looks on a long dark night With all of her chicken lights and chrome She is mean and green with enough light That it’s seen a hundred miles from my home She can haul a very heavy forty head All while going one hundred mile per hour All the other cattle truckers dread When they see my truck with all its power It has a screaming cat that won’t hold back And let’s the black as darkness smoke roll
I was born on March 24,1999 in Eastland Memorial Hospital. My mother, Shana Davis, and father, Wayne Davis, both graduated from Tarleton University in Stephenville Texas. I have one brother who's older than me by a year and four months his name is Justin Davis. I attended elementary school at Siebert Elementary School. I was one of the youngest in my class and had struggled cause I always felt smaller and was very hostile. But as I started to grow I found myself starting to become less hostile, as I found myself being welcomed as a friend. I began playing sports when I was in the third grade I was always fascinated with football it had been my way to get away from everyday life. When I got into middle school and high school I got
June of 2017 I qualified for the World Junior for the fourth year in a row. However, this year was different. This year I got to play Torrey Pines. Torrey Pines is the most beautiful golf course I have ever played and it is my favorite place to be. During the World Junior I learned a lot about myself and made some really good friends in the process.
Hello, I am Tanner Jones but at home I am called Theo. I am dominantly African-American but, I am also French on my dad side of the family. I can speak a good amount of French but, being raise with Deaf and hard of hearing friends I am not just fluent at English but also in sign language. Also I am Dyslexic and have ADHD, so I am not a big fan of reading or writing.
It was a seemingly ordinary California night—warm and peaceful— as I turned a corner and walked down a street of makeshift tents, the only place hundreds of men, women, and children could call their homes. The smell of alcohol and trash was overpowering. Used needles and garbage were everywhere. People picked through the trash searching for anything that could keep them alive. The street was eerily quiet as everyone kept to themselves. These people were suffering, and I could not bear to watch any longer.
I am Taylor Parks. I’m from Knob Noster and I live at home because my house is not too far from campus. My Major is Early Childhood education and my minor is in Childhood and Family Development. My hobbies consist of Netflix, YouTube, softball, color guard, and watching lots of Baseball. I am a huge royals fan, my family and I regularly attend Royals games. I love all things Captain America, but my favorite character from the comics/ movies is The Winter Soldier/ Bucky Barnes. I belong to a few fandoms such as The Harry Potter, Supernatural, and American Horror Story fandoms. In Harry Potter my favorite character is Draco Malfoy, in Supernatural my favorite character is none other than Dean Winchester but Sam is a close second, in American
Do you remember me? I was looking through some boxes of photos and came across several of you . Around the same time, LinkedIn sent a notice to me that David Deering was having a work anniversary. When I reached out to him I asked if he ever heard from you. He replied that he had not heard from “our friend Pablo Jato” but no doubt, he was doing something interesting. So I Googled your name thinking I might find you on Facebook. Oh my gosh, I have been reading articles and watching videos about El Espejo del Arte and, of course, interviews with the famous Mexican director Pablo Jato. Congratulations on the success of your thought-provoking, and to some provocative, documentary. The fact that distribution was blocked lends support to your
I have this fear. It causes my legs to shake. I break out in a cold sweat. I start jabbering to anyone who is nearby. As thoughts of certain death run through my mind, the world appears a precious, treasured place. I imagine my own funeral, then shrink back at the implications of where my thoughts are taking me. My stomach feels strange. My palms are clammy.
My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.