Farmers are continually bullied by the government. Some are paid not to grow corn and paid to grow soy bean. Crops are left not to be grown and land to stay empty except for the weeds . [ think goats or cows ] anyway , it is a cruel life and dedicated one. Weather worn and leather skin was my grandmother. years and years of plowing and seeding and picking. She was an inspiration later in her life. Later in her life I had grown up enough and appreciated her for who she was , not what she did. She had integrity, she was a moral woman and God fearing, she had 13 babies , ten lived and those kids worked the fields with her. It was their income their home always at stake if a crop went bad due to weather or bad seeding. her kids were clean and schooled . Her children were quiet in church and they worked after homework and worked during the summer. All to save their land, their home.
1929 the stocks fell and farmers were loosing their homes to banks right to left. My grandmother was one who lost it all and of course grandad . The farm was all they had and they could not afford it if merchants went under and customers too poor to buy pea's. Food was the economy , the dollar. Bartering for food stressful , when you did not know what they wanted in the place of bread. it was bad.
My grandfather and grandmother broke up into two sets. My grandfather having the gift of colors and ability to mix colors with paint, an asset to people with money. He ended up able to afford a tiny home for his large family. Grandmother was having it harder begging for food with the sewing she did and alterations , again for people who had money. They treated her badly and like a common slave she worked hours and hours for two loaves of bread and if she was lucky some pig fat and flour.
years went by, her kids grown and gone, the depression far behind her , she was forever separated from grandfather and she remarried a missionary . Her life was good and cushy to some. She loved to dance and laugh, but if you mentioned the farm, her mood changed and her night was through.
She never forgave the banks , stock markets to her were for the devil and her money was literally buried in the back yard. She did not get over it. The anger during that time with 4 sons going into all factions of the military , wore on her and not the map to her life wore on her . She still laughed, danced and adored life way into her 80's. what would she think of Oregon right now ?
She would stand by them. Federal land is precious , keeps people from building on it. However , these guys were doing a controlled burn by the feds land and it spread .. they got time. Now the cows are an issue? Cows roam. buy a few good dogs and hire a few folks on horses to keep them in their territory. It does work. Holding off the feds will make them lose their property and hand their lives back to federal prison. My grandmother would suggest better handling of live stalk and even perhaps ask for some air if the damn cow did get into the forest. the very worse could happen.. a pack of wild dogs or cougar. BUT , if left alone the cow does graze its way back to the herd.Second thought, maybe Grand , would not stand by these men. she also followed the law. federal land is there for a purpose. Though fed officials have been known to be paid off and give building permits to contractors for wetlands .... YES, wetlands.
where do we cross that line and should we ????