During September on the farm my dad would begin checking the field corn to see if the ears were in the milk stage, and thus ready for the corn to be put in our wooden-stave silo. When he declared the corn ready, he hitched our team of draft horses onto the corn binder and rumbled off to the cornfield. The binder cut one row at a time; it tied the cut corn into bundles and spit them out on the ground.
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Jerry Apps, born and raised on a central-Wisconsin farm, is a Professor Emeritus at the University of Wisconsin-Madison and the author of more than 40 books – most on rural history and country life. Visit www.jerryapps.com for more information.
