tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459870751232627910.post6021293280782167542..comments2024-03-01T02:14:04.983-05:00Comments on Exploring Western Massachusetts: Poem: Selling the Old Farm, by Joe ConeMark T. Alamedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244483426665656300noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459870751232627910.post-55958366401012158272008-05-17T18:16:00.000-04:002008-05-17T18:16:00.000-04:00This poem reminds me of my dad... and more so a ve...This poem reminds me of my dad... and more so a very dear old friend. For years my mother and father owned greenhouses on Southampton Rd in Westfield (next to St. Mary's Cemetery). Due to the fact “farming” didn’t make it easy to pay the bills my parents gave it up after nearly 20 years and we moved to a new house. As for the family friend at the age of 87 he is still farming on a parcel of land in West Springfield…. Well over 60 years of his life have been spent toiling in fields and greenhouses… I am sure one day that is where he will die! Old farmers are a stubborn bunch!Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17284891481037839525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459870751232627910.post-25314782526675053272008-05-08T11:18:00.000-04:002008-05-08T11:18:00.000-04:00I like this a lot.I like this a lot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com