The Bloody Ploughman
An apple that reminds me of my father40 total reviews
Comment from Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
I loved the story and the story behind the story, LOL, two for the price of one. It seems that both ploughmen came unstuck in one way or another, at least your father wasn't shot, just stung. I enjoyed both stories of the apples and wish you lots of luck in the contest, :) Sandra xx
reply by the author on 12-Aug-2017
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I loved the story and the story behind the story, LOL, two for the price of one. It seems that both ploughmen came unstuck in one way or another, at least your father wasn't shot, just stung. I enjoyed both stories of the apples and wish you lots of luck in the contest, :) Sandra xx
Comment Written 11-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 12-Aug-2017
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Thanks for reading and commenting. My father never forgot that day. Of course, my mother didn't let him forget. LOL
Comment from mmonaghan777
What a great relationship between names. What a great memory even though it was a little tough to go through. Did your father enjoy the nickname?
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2017
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What a great relationship between names. What a great memory even though it was a little tough to go through. Did your father enjoy the nickname?
Comment Written 11-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2017
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Thanks for reading and commenting. My father thought the nickname was funny and never let it bother him.
Comment from Jackson77
Short and sweet this work was I wanted to read more and it ended was smooth and your writing style pulled me right in. I could see clearly in my mind those darn leather jackets attacking.
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2017
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Short and sweet this work was I wanted to read more and it ended was smooth and your writing style pulled me right in. I could see clearly in my mind those darn leather jackets attacking.
Comment Written 11-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2017
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Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. I don't think I would have wanted to be in the way of those horses.
Comment from Possummagic
This took me back to Ireland but on the back of the truck would be potatoes. I loved your " What kind of apple are you" piece of work. I loved your imageary too.
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2017
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This took me back to Ireland but on the back of the truck would be potatoes. I loved your " What kind of apple are you" piece of work. I loved your imageary too.
Comment Written 10-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2017
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Did the Hornets get you too?
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No it was the apple tree that got to me.
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
A very well-written piece about an apple called the bloody ploughman that reminds you about an incident you father had years ago and your mother nicknamed your father the bloody ploughman due to his wounds that was dripping with blood.
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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A very well-written piece about an apple called the bloody ploughman that reminds you about an incident you father had years ago and your mother nicknamed your father the bloody ploughman due to his wounds that was dripping with blood.
Comment Written 10-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Sandra. I always appreciate your input.
Comment from Mustang Patty
thank you for sharing this somewhat painful story about your Dad. Wasp nests are a danger when plowing; I was with my uncle when we went over one once - it was awful. We were on a tractor, so no horses were stung - but we were!!
Great entry for the apple contest. Good luck to you,
~patty~
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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thank you for sharing this somewhat painful story about your Dad. Wasp nests are a danger when plowing; I was with my uncle when we went over one once - it was awful. We were on a tractor, so no horses were stung - but we were!!
Great entry for the apple contest. Good luck to you,
~patty~
Comment Written 10-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Thank you for reading and sharing your experiences with wasps.
Comment from MJ McIntire
When the horses ran through the barbed wired fence, I was gasping. I could picture the chaos of the horses running, your dad trying to wave the wasps away and get his team calm.
I can only imagine your mother's fright when she saw your dad.
I hope dad and horses were ok.
MJ
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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When the horses ran through the barbed wired fence, I was gasping. I could picture the chaos of the horses running, your dad trying to wave the wasps away and get his team calm.
I can only imagine your mother's fright when she saw your dad.
I hope dad and horses were ok.
MJ
Comment Written 10-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Thank you. Yep, it must have been a sight to behold. It was long before I was born so I only know what Mom told me.
Comment from Dean Kuch
Back in those days farm work was hard, backbreaking labor. Being a farmer is not the easiest job in the world to have today. But it's a heck of a lot easier now than it was during your father's era.
Just look at that picture!
Interesting story about the ploughman and the apple.
And here I thought this was gonna be a horror story, heh-heh.
Good writing, prettybluebirds.
Best of luck to you in the contest.
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Back in those days farm work was hard, backbreaking labor. Being a farmer is not the easiest job in the world to have today. But it's a heck of a lot easier now than it was during your father's era.
Just look at that picture!
Interesting story about the ploughman and the apple.
And here I thought this was gonna be a horror story, heh-heh.
Good writing, prettybluebirds.
Best of luck to you in the contest.
Comment Written 10-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I can't imagine what it must have been like to walk behind a team of horses all day.
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I don't believe any of us can, PBB. Not in THIS country anyhow.
You're more than welcome. :)
Comment from Thomas Bowling
It's funny where names and nick names come from. The story about the yellow jackets reminds me of my brother and I were playing on an old tractor. A few bumble bees flew out to investigate. Soon we were covered by them. My brother almost dies from the attack. I never received a single sting.
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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It's funny where names and nick names come from. The story about the yellow jackets reminds me of my brother and I were playing on an old tractor. A few bumble bees flew out to investigate. Soon we were covered by them. My brother almost dies from the attack. I never received a single sting.
Comment Written 09-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Thank you for the great review and your story about bees. I stepped on an underground nest while blackberry picking when I was a kid. I had to take my pants off to get rid of them.
Comment from Drew Delaney
Love the old picture you shared and the little story. I have just one suggestion.
The apple(,)called the Bloody Ploughman(,) reminds me of my father and his nickname.
Excellent writing!
Drew
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Love the old picture you shared and the little story. I have just one suggestion.
The apple(,)called the Bloody Ploughman(,) reminds me of my father and his nickname.
Excellent writing!
Drew
Comment Written 09-Aug-2017
reply by the author on 10-Aug-2017
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Thank you for reading and your tips. I will edit and correct. Glad you enjoyed the story.
