I also worked on Uncle Vern’s farm for a summer (1958). My experience was a bit different than Gordon’s. I didn’t know he went to a Pentecostal church on Sunday evenings, but we went to the Methodist church every Sunday morning. We went to town every Saturday and I would wander around while he talked to friends. My cousin Jeane lived just a couple miles away and we did a lot of things together, which probably interfered with my chores, but I loved it. Uncle Vern never once admonished about slacking off, but he did want me to be a good Christian like him. I wanted to be a good Christian but not like him. He listened a lot to “revival” preachers on his old radio, while I listened to pop music, which he highly disapproved of, so I had to keep the volume very low when he was in the house.
Ha! Yes old men who don’t mind being up at 4 am when it just begins to dawn for those in the north on the eastern most of time zones. As a farmer he never worried about commuting after dark — at 4pm. I love daylight savings time.
Hi Diane, your comment brings up several issues, tangents and memories for me. One is that I almost included a photo of Vern as a young man in a suit. I don’t know what year he started thinking this or if he thought it from the get-go, but it was started at the same time as World War I, which Vern was drafted into, but his eyesight wasn’t good enough. I learned that even though many places implemented it in 1917, it wasn’t federal until 1966.
Also, I have lived so far north all my life. Daylight Savings Time makes me feel like I’m getting up in the middle of the night to get somewhere before 8 a.m.
I also learned that Benjamin Franklin recommended daylight savings time, if only in jest, to save on candle wax and lamp oil.
Here is story I found when searching what conservative religions believed about Daylight Saving Time: https://www.patheos.com/blogs/anxiousbench/2021/11/gods-time-religious-history-daylight-saving/
These are nice memories. As for daylight savings time, I love it!
Thank you for your comment, Jean.
I also worked on Uncle Vern’s farm for a summer (1958). My experience was a bit different than Gordon’s. I didn’t know he went to a Pentecostal church on Sunday evenings, but we went to the Methodist church every Sunday morning. We went to town every Saturday and I would wander around while he talked to friends. My cousin Jeane lived just a couple miles away and we did a lot of things together, which probably interfered with my chores, but I loved it. Uncle Vern never once admonished about slacking off, but he did want me to be a good Christian like him. I wanted to be a good Christian but not like him. He listened a lot to “revival” preachers on his old radio, while I listened to pop music, which he highly disapproved of, so I had to keep the volume very low when he was in the house.
Thank you for sharing this memory. These are great memories.
Naomi
Dawn says: Nice. I enjoyed reading this.
Theresa says:
I liked it!
( I think she means my voiceover.)
Really enjoyed seeing faces for the names in your stories, Naomi. There you are , too!
Thank you
Ha! Yes old men who don’t mind being up at 4 am when it just begins to dawn for those in the north on the eastern most of time zones. As a farmer he never worried about commuting after dark — at 4pm. I love daylight savings time.
Hi Diane, your comment brings up several issues, tangents and memories for me. One is that I almost included a photo of Vern as a young man in a suit. I don’t know what year he started thinking this or if he thought it from the get-go, but it was started at the same time as World War I, which Vern was drafted into, but his eyesight wasn’t good enough. I learned that even though many places implemented it in 1917, it wasn’t federal until 1966.
Also, I have lived so far north all my life. Daylight Savings Time makes me feel like I’m getting up in the middle of the night to get somewhere before 8 a.m.
I also learned that Benjamin Franklin recommended daylight savings time, if only in jest, to save on candle wax and lamp oil.
Uncle Vern, the bachelor farmer, sounds like quite the character. Great photo!