When Weed, Grass and Tassels Made Men....Now They Make Weenies
Yes, it will probably raise some eyebrows, and cause some dissension, but I just have to say it.
First, I must say, when people bypass worshiping God to go to a pot-fest, there is a problem. That is what happened on Sunday, April 20th. A huge amount of people hit Denver not for a church service, but to light up joints and pipes packed with wacky weed.
Now, I must say, I have smoked my share of marijuana, but I always knew my God and my Lord comes first before all. I regret if I ever misled anyone to put weed before God.
Now, on with the hub....
Soybean Field in Iowa
The Making of a Man
This is where I learned about weed. I am not speaking about the weed used in downtown Denver on 4/20; I am speaking about weeds such as sunflowers, thistles, cockle-burr, and many others. Every year, there came a time when farmers needed bean walkers. Walking soybeans was no easy task. You could always tell the farm kids from the city kids. Farm kids didn't wear shorts. We would walk rows of beans pulling weeds from sunup until sundown. When I started, I believe I was getting around 50 cents per hour.
That was how weed made me turn into a man.
Now, this work made me really grow into manhood. You may wonder how anyone could have grass turn them into a man. Many kids mow grass, but that isn't the kind of grass I speak of.
During the cold months, cows and other livestock need food. They don't have grass to chew on, so it is up to the farmer to create food. This is what hay is.
Grandpa would cut the grass and turn it. He would then run his baling machine over it; and Grandpa had a side of him that he would make the bales quite heavy. They would be square bales, and they would sit in the sun and dry for a short time. It was at that point when men would be separated from boys.
We would ride a flat wagon on the back of the tractor. One would stack, and two would grab. The grabbers would have two sharp hooks that they would use to reach over the moving wagon and grab the heavy bales. They would throw the bales to the stacker who would stack five or six high filling the wagon. Once the wagon was full, off to the elevator. The elevator would take them to the top of the barn. One man loading the shaft, and two in the barn stacking.
Keep in mind that each bale weighed 40-50 pounds. It doesn't sound like much, but handle several thousand of those bales during a days work and then tell me its not much.
Grass helped make me a man.
When someone mentions tassels, they think, “How do they fit with making a man?” Well, they did then anyway.
Seed corn grows 12-14 foot tall. It needs detasseling. In our days, we were hired to walk these tall rows of corn and pulled the tassel out of every stalk on the female rows. City kids wore short sleeve shirts and were usually crying by the end of the shift. Long sleeve, thin shirts were the answer to keeping your arms from getting cut by the corn leaves.
I made good money detasseling corn, and when done, I was a man.
With walking beans now, it is a simple process. They still hire kids, but they sit on little chairs and spray the weeds. Is that technology really a good thing?
Look at hay bales these days. It is all mechanical. The bales weigh nearly 1000 pounds and are round. The tractor does all the work.
Detasseling is handled in much the same way as the beans. People ride and pull, or some farmers are using computer generated equipment that does all the work.
So what has happened to the boys?
Now don't get me wrong; there are still hard working kids out there, but a lot fewer.
Instead of using weed, grass, and tassels to become men, they are using weed to smoke making them lazy and skipping worshiping God. The same with grass, they pull out their hookahs and bongs and fill their lungs with smoke and their heads with ignorance.
Tassels aren't what they used to be; we see boys wearing tassels thinking they are girls. They are marrying other boys and no one seems to really care. They legalize it and say “Wear your tassels, smoke your grass and weed. Be free and do what you want.”
Yes, times have changed. Thank God I became a man and not a weenie.
© 2014 Greg Boudonck