IMHO: Flying Farmer On Frozen Pond

We were driving through the high country last week when I saw a stock pond covered with ice. And I think I caught a glimpse of my father in his second childhood. My parents migrated to Idaho long ago from North Dakota where winter ice was plentiful and where ice skating was sometimes a part of a farm kid’s life. On slow days when the fields were frozen solid, farm families had fun for a change. In warmer months, they might play baseball on summer weekends or fish a bit in a nearby stream. But mostly they got their exercise the old-fashioned way - drudgery/ Bill Hall , Lewiston Tribune. More here .

• A difference between ‘collaboration’ and ‘unanimity’ /Kevin Richert
• Cheers & boos /Adam’s Blog
• Monday Morning Coffee /Unequivocal Notion
• Lefavour cut off before first step /Randy Stapilus
• Crapo has become a political hack /IdaBlue

Question: How many generations do you have to go back before you find a relative who earned a living off the land by farming, ranching, dairying, or some other means?