My father was a prosperous hatter-farmer - making hats for the local markets during the winter months, tilling his little ten-acre farm during the summer time.
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The only person I never made a hat for was my mother because my mother didn't really - she preferred to make her own hats. I mean, she was intrigued by everything, but she didn't want one of my hats. She made her own.
My dad farmed, my granddad was a farmer. I wanted to be a farmer.
My parents owned a plants nursery. We all grew up growing things and planting things and selling things, and I also managed landscape crews.
From the time I was a small boy, I remember working in the fields with my grandfather and father. We weren't growing grapes, but we were farming crops, creating something good out of the earth.
My father thought of himself as a tradesman. A craftsman.
I love hats! I collect vintage ones - I find them at antique shops in Kansas.
My father was a progressive farmer, and was always ready to lay aside an old plough if he could replace it with one better constructed for its work. All through life, I have ever been ready to buy a better plough.
My father was a successful entrepreneur.
I grew up in Southern Oregon. My father was a sawmill worker and a logger, and his job put food on the table.
My father was a farmer and my mother was a farmer, but, my childhood was very good. I am very grateful for my childhood, because it was full of gladness and good humanity.
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