My father grew up on a farm in SE Ohio during the great Depression. He was one of seven siblings who learned about growing things at a very early age. During one visit to the farmhouse where they lived, I fed the chickens. Within minutes there was a blister on my right thumb from the corn cob I was given to feed them. What I remember is that it was yellow corn, not white. Seemed wonderful at the time. Knowing about chicken feed in farm supply stores across the land makes it seem primitive unless your knowledge of the 1930's kicks in. I was eight years old during this visit. Many years later that I told my father I wanted to be a farmer. He cringed. It never happened. There has always been a deep appreciation of farm life, farm animals and growing things. See pictures from this podcast on my YouTube channel with the same name Music4Dad. Thank you for listening.