LOLOLOLOLOLOL Tigger
In fact my maternal great grandparents tried it in the Sand Hills too, didn't make it and moved back to Iowa, got a farm again and stuck to it.
That grandfather who became a teacher, and later principal of the high school, was hooking up logging chains on a horse team when he was five years old. His older brother started the team too quick and the hook grabbed granddad's calf or thigh and he almost died from the infection. An old healing lady in the Sand Hills packed it with herbs and it healed from the inside out.
His father, who ran away to fight in the Civil War, got sent back for being too young (15), went back and was 16 by the time he made the round trip, fought in the war, got wounded in the leg in the last battle, survived that, had his right hand cut off in a saw mill by a drunken co-worker, was the head of that family who led a wife and five sons to the Sand Hills and back to Iowa and northern Missouri.
He didn't sit around and whine "I need a communist union like the Ruskies have to get me a job and bargain for my wages and threaten to kill the man who owns the factory if he doesn't give it to me." Aiyeeeeeeeeeeeee!
And that's my mother's side of the family who I always considered kind of wimpy compared to dad's side. ;-)
Oops, sorry, wrong thread. You done got me cornfused, RedNeck. LOL