Honestly, I hate gardening. I can get satisfaction from it but it’s a job/chore I’d rather not be bothered with. I come from the time where children were slave labour. Even aunts and uncles would ask my mom if I could help them with chores, not that I had a choice. Pulling weeds and feeding plants was a big part of that.
Work has been keeping me busy. I saw your reply, but only now taking a minute to comment.
Ha! I didn’t expect to see you write that. I just figured everyone here loves growing.
I’m familiar with the child labor. When I was a kid, until age 12, we lived in a trailer court. Well, they called it that, but it was really more like a small farm. The owner had a big old two story farmhouse and we were in one of three trailers on lots he rented out. The lots were large and bordered on a neatly mowed field where area kids would gather to play football, baseball, frisbee, fly kites, etc. We were surrounded by woods and a creek. If we weren’t in school or doing chores, we pretty much lived like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. Kids running wild and unsupervised until it got dark. It was a wonderful time and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
The owner was a super nice man. His grandson is my best friend to this day. He had this little Sears tractor that he did a ton of work with. Including, tilling a massive vegetable garden. His family and the families in the trailers all worked the garden and shared the harvest. Us kids picked tons of rock and did most of the weeding. I think weeding will wear anyone down. And I absolutely hated snapping green beans to can. Paper grocery bag after paper grocery bag full of beans to snap. Felt more like 60 hours in a day to me when that shit was going on. Still, even as a kid, I got that sense of satisfaction you get from finishing whatever work, looking back and seeing something I’d accomplished. As much as snapping beans sucked, I sure did enjoy the fruits of my labor. You can’t buy beans that good in a grocery store.
My parents bought a house a little ways up the road when I was 12. As I grew into being able to do more man-sized work, things got a bit more interesting. I mowed yards and when I was 13 got work in a nearby butcher shop scraping fat off the floor and scrubbing and bleaching equipment, burning trash, and whatever odd job they had for me. This lead to buying my own car (absolutely horrid powder blue Pinto that I loved for the freedom it gave me) and I’ve always paid my own auto insurance. My parents had the means to pay, but I hated school and my grades showed it, even though I was capable of doing well. I’ve always hated authority figures and being told what to do. I just had a bad attitude and no teacher or principal was going to tell me what to do. My parents, rightly so, weren’t going to reward me for that.
When I wasn’t working for pay, dad made sure I knew what a blister was. I was very familiar with a brush axe and posthole diggers. None of this was special. Most of the kids I grew up with had similar experiences and we’d even help each other knock jobs out so we could go do something we wanted. Even with doing work when I wanted to be fishing or every teens’ favorite pastime of getting drunk and high, those were great years in my life. Learning how to work in general and learning basic plumbing, carpentry, electrical skills, etc., all made me self-reliant. It’s just nice being able to take care of your own stuff without having to hire someone.
I’ve had some dark patches as an adult and have gotten behind on things here and there. I’m still some catching up on some stuff. I prefer to relax and have fun. Most of the work I do at home has the end goal of setting up things so I have less work to do in the future. In my paying job, I take pride in my work. I still struggle with authority. Hell, in the Air Force I would cross the street to avoid saluting certain officers. I can respect someone having direction over me at work when they are good at their job. If you’re an idiot and giving bad direction, one of two things is going to happen: For a new guy coming in trying to rewrite the book with a bad idea many before you have tried and failed, I’m going to do exactly what you asked for and you will not like the results. For the second action, you have to be very good at your job. If someone is just a true asshole that didn’t learn anything at step one, everything is going to go to shit and nobody will be able to figure out why. I’ve had a few situations like this, but the old-timers I learned from (on a previous job) were the real masters. One story that cracks me up was when they were dealing with a manager they despised. There was a small pump that kept shutting down. It was critical and you had to shut the whole process down until you got it running again. They’d tear the pump apart and find a leather glove inside. The manager went to great lengths trying to find out who was putting the glove into the system. He finally hit on the idea of issuing everyone gloves with their name on it. He gave the order to call him the minute the pump shut down and not to open the pump up until he got there. He got the call waking him up in the middle of the night. He rushed to the pump and had them open it up. The glove they pulled out had his name on it, lol.