My grandparents were farmers. They were children of Dutch immigrants from Iowa who both grew up on their families' farms. They moved to Southern California in 1940 -- during the depression but before the war. They lived in a few cities, always buying homes with land enough to farm on it. Before they retired, they owned a home in the outskirts of the town I currently live in that had a large field with an orange grove. I remember that well.
My grandparents were the hardest working people I knew and they were never idle. I attribute it entirely to their childhoods working on those Iowa farms.
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I pray for people like us. Worthless fucken parents had every opportunity to live in magnificent beauty but chose jew nigger infested brutalism. I have lost any and all word for that previous generation of boomers
There is hope for the future generation at least. this is the way.
My grandparents were the hardest working people I knew and they were never idle. I attribute it entirely to their childhoods working on those Iowa farms.
i wish i was born to a rancher family, rather than a middle class family living in niggerville city