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Friday, October 2, 2015

How I Made My First Corn Shocks





My First Corn Shock Little Utah Farm 2012


shock 2   (shk)
n.
1. A number of sheaves of grain stacked upright in a field for drying.
2. A thick heavy mass: a shock of white hair.
tr.v. shocked, shock·ing, shocks
To gather (grain) into shocks.

[Middle English shok.]


I had never heard this word, shock. I thought the shocks were called corn stacks. And I was pleasantly surprised when I read about the original use of the corn shocks. Further investigation gave me old stories about gathering the bundles of corn and tying them into bundles to dry. Farmers fed the shocks to the cattle as fodder for the winter and sometimes the shocks provided bedding against the cold wet or snowy earth. Farmers waste no thing. Every part of the rural life has a purpose and comes full circle. This is a part of living off the land. The part that drew me to this kind of life.


How to plant the corn  1-2-3


  1. I planted the little kernels of corn so carefully.  I poked the holes with a heavy iron spike. Just read the package. Some say to bury the seed ½ “and some 2”.  It depends on what variety you have. I set the seeds 8” apart.
  2.  I dropped the dried kernels, into their holes and filled the earth in over them. We had rented a rototiller and the clay was soft as cake flour so my rows were easier to form this year. 
  3. I made my rows about 12-15 “ apart (just enough to step into) and 30 feet long. There were 5 rows.
Corn needs love:


You must plant corn when the earth has warmed to at least 60 degrees. The soil must have nutrients in it. Give your corn plenty of water as they sprout and grow. Baby them, tell them they are beautiful, whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Last year I got over a hundred cobs piled high in the wheel barrel. I had a jolly time parboiling and wrapping them up for the freezer. I shared some with my neighbors. Oh those Peaches and Cream kernels were so sweet and delicious.

Here is my crop from this year 2015 in a greeting card. Perfect for Thanksgiving greetings. I loved this corn patch too. Every year has its own personality.


Our mild winter tricked me into planting in April. We had some deep freezes and the ground really didn't warm until the end of June. My crop looked small and uncared for. Much of it did not reach 3 1/2 feet high. But something wonderful did emerge in my corn patch this year. I found some big fat worms at the end of the cobs to feed the hens and had enough good cobs for the hens to enjoy. Most of all I loved making my first corn shocks.



How To Make Corn Shocks:

The stalks are usually sliced off near the ground with a scythe. I pulled my stalks from the ground and left on the root ball for weight to keep them from blowing away. These shocks will be decoration for our hay wagon in the Heritage and Livestock Parade in October.

You will need:

  • cornstalks (wait till the leaves on the bottom have turned brown and the tops are still green)
  • cord to tie with and scissors
  • a tomato cage
  • some decorations are nice like pretty autumn leaves, flowers ribbon or dried corn


Instructions:

  1. Set the tomato cage on the ground upside down so the big part is on the bottom.
  2. Begin placing the stalks one by one balancing them against the cage till it is all covered  (the ends of the stalks will flare outward on the ground)
  3. Tie the shock in the upper third of the bundle with a cord ( I used orange baling string )
  4. I left my tomato cage inside to assure a good structure as my stalks were a bit flimsy. But if your stalks are strong you can slip the whole shock off the cage and set it down.
  5. Now come more fun, Decorate!



70 years ago here's how it was done:


Often the shocks sat out in the fields all year long, and the farmer would use an ax to chop out the stocks he needed. That changed in the late 1920′s when a picking machine was made and technology began to really change things.

Farm Collector shares this story written by 70 year old Frances Steel in 1970. “My father and I would take eight rows at a time. I cut four rows and he cut four. He used a regular corn cutter and I used a sickle, which I liked better. We used a wooden horse to lean the corn together between the fourth and fifth row. The horse was a pole about three inches in diameter at the big end and 12 feet long. It was about two inches at the small end. It had two broomsticks for legs at the big end and the small end rested on the ground. And one and a half foot from the large end a hole the size of a broomstick or handle was drilled and a broomstick inserted. This is what the corn was leaned on to start the shock. And when we had cut a space eight rows square, my father would tie the shock. With either rye straw for a band, or binder twine, and as soon as it was tied, I would pull out the broom stick and pull the horse ahead and we would start a new shock. We mostly hauled the shocks in (onto) the barn floor and husked on rainy days or in the evening by lantern light. Major, my dog, would always be around. He loved to eat corn, and there would be mice in the field under the shocks when we hauled them in. And I saw him have a front foot on a mouse holding it down while he killed another one, but (he) never ate one. One man is supposed to cut 100 shocks a day. We never cut that many, and we did not lose any time.”*

Little Utah Farm 2012 Corn Shocks

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

A Old Fashioned Caravan ~ Labor Day Weekend

Blue Moon Setting on the morning 9-1-12
The New Moon set just as pretty as she was the night before. It was a special day. I got on my jeans and made little breakfast burritos for the boys and we all loaded up in the wagon to join our antique machinery club up on Main St.

Our entry in the antique tractor caravan Little Utah Farm


The thunder clouds over The Three Peaks were still sputtering. I was a bit worried about lightening. But the rising sun revealed perfect blue skies and a crown of white fluffy clouds over the ranges. The air was crisp and cool and the sunflowers and farms glistened under the morning rays.


The sunflower fields looking southeast in Cedar City,UT ~  Little Utah Farm 2012

Our caravan journey took off from Cedar City,UT with 19 antique tractors and old antique cars and one Conestoga Wagon holding a whole family of kids and adults. My friend Brooke was there and she rode in the old hay wagon with us throughout the caravan. Her husband Jimmy and her brother rode on their own tractors up ahead of us. Iron County Volunteer Sheriffs proved us with an escort.

The roar of the engines waffled through the breezes and the smell of exhaust blew out of the old tail pipes. 8 miles an hour we putted through the wide open country on Minerville Hwy 130. It was like I imagine they experienced a long time ago as they rode on their wagons and stage coaches. One could really take in the scenery and take lot's of pictures or reflect and dream.

Along our route we saw children standing out by their mail boxes and families waved from their porches and doorways. Cars stopped along the route to snap pictures of the tractors as we proudly streamed by with friendly waves. This is an annual event and people look forward to it.



It was 15 miles to The Gap. Here we gathered along Gap Road before parading through the Parowan Gap. Watch this very short video and enjoy the beautiful scenery.





Once we were all lined up we headed out together through the Gap.

The Parowan Gap


There were club members waiting on the other side with refreshments and Iron County supplied portable restrooms. After a rest we headed to the City of Parowan to park all the tractors for a display as part of the festivites of the Iron County Fair.



Everyone Had beautiful American Flags waving in the breeze. Parowan Gap Utah


The scenery was like a John Wayne movie with high rocky red cliffs, white puffy clouds and green prairies. As the caravan came closer to town, there were green fields of alfalfa and farms with cows and horses which spooked and ran from the spectacle. We passed under the 15 Interstate Freeway and into Parowan . Some folks waved from their porches. It was 28 miles to Parowan and I felt like I could go 28 more. We had so much fun that day. We stayed home Sunday and on Labor Day headed up to Parowan to be in the parade. Again we loaded up into the wagon and took off down the parade route waving at all the people along the route. It was again so much fun.


Color Country Antique Machinery Club Parowan,UT Labor Day 2012

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