[heavy rain and thunder]
[soothing piano melody]
- I was probably, I don't know, three or four years old.
It was a rainy day,
and I wanted to do something else.
I don't know what I wanted to do.
As a little kid,
I had all kinds of projects I wanted to work on,
and most of them were outside.
I was always an outside kid.
And it began to rain.
And I was--
Well, I probably did use
one of the few cuss words that I knew at the time
in saying to my dad that it was raining
and everything that I'd planned was now,
I couldn't do it.
And he looked me right in the eye,
and with a very serious look, no smile,
"Never curse the rain, Jerry."
And I've never forgotten that
because I knew later what he meant
because our farm was sandy.
We never had enough rain.
And for the crops to amount to anything,
every drop of water that fell on our land was precious.
And I grew up seeing water
not just as something that helped our crops grow,
which it surely did,
but something that had to be respected
and indeed to see it as something sacred.
It is something we've got to cherish.
Our very lives depend on water.
I am trying my darnedest
to help people, through my stories,
realize that there's another way
of thinking about our relationship to water.
And not everybody has had that opportunity that I've had
to grow up at a time and a place
where water was not in abundance.
So water has meant a lot to me.
It's been a part of my life all along.
I don't do much fishing anymore.
I used to do a lot of it, both in summer and in winter.
I did a lot of swimming, and I enjoyed it.
It's a way to teach my kids something about
the relationship of water to nature
and the appreciation of it.
It's been integral all along.
Never curse the rain.
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- Jerry Apps: Never Curse the Rain
was funded in part by:
Greg and Carol Griffin,
Ron and Colleen Weyers,
Stanley J. Cottrill Fund,
Joel and Carol Gainer,
Wisconsin History Fund,
with support from
the National Endowment for the Humanities,
and Friends of Wisconsin Public Television.
[icy water currents]
[uplifting piano music]
- It was the 31st day of January in 1938,
the day after we'd had a considerable sized blizzard
that had blocked all the roads.
The temperature had dipped down to about 15 below zero.
And I was three-and-a-half years old.
I didn't know what the heck was going on.
I thought my mother maybe gained a little weight.
I didn't have this figured out.
And lo and behold, my dad hitched the team to the sleigh
and headed for the schoolhouse a mile from our farm.
And they had called Dr. Beck from Wautoma,
who was going to meet him at the school
because the road past the school had been plowed.
He picked up Dr. Beck,
driving across the fields,
because you couldn't drive on the road.
It was just a mess.
And they arrived at the house.
Sometime during the night all of this happened.
I came downstairs in the morning,
and there the stove was red-hot.
You could see the cherry red stove.
And I came downstairs
and there were these two naked babies on the dining room table.
Where did they come from and why are they here,
was the question I asked.
I did not get a decent answer.
And so my twin brothers, there they were, Donald and Darrel.
Donald was the older one; Darrel was the younger one.
Donald was pretty frail.
He was a skinny little guy.
Well, as the months went along,
the doctor was not too sure he was going to live.
And my mother was concerned about the fact
that none of us were baptized.
But Reverend Vevle agreed to come out to the farm
on a Wednesday evening in July.
They were born in January.
Donald was not doing well.
And the preacher said,
"Get some water from the water pail."
And I'm looking at that.
What's special about the water pail water?
Pours it in a little pan and adds a little warm water,
and then he proceeds to baptize my brother, Donald.
He says, "In the name of the Father."
What father is he talking about, for Heaven's sake?
And then he said, "The Holy Ghost."
Geez, I don't know anything about ghosts.
The only ghosts I know about are at Halloween time.
What is going on here?
Dribbling a little water on my brother
and saying these mysterious things?
And at four, I was skeptical of everything.
I mean, what little kid isn't?
And this stuff made no sense to me whatever.
And he said, "Well, what about this other one?"
That's Darrel. "Well, do him too."
And then he said, "What about Jerry over there?
Is he baptized?" "No."
"We better do him too."
Well, gee whiz.
Now, I got the full treatment.
They took me over, they just dumped water,
almost dumped on my head.
It wasn't a sprinkle.
It was the full treatment.
I'm still curious at this moment
about this Father, Son, and Holy Ghost business.
I mean, what is happening to me?
And then the pastor said, "You realize, of course,
that this is holy water?"
It seemed like regular water to me, but now we were baptized,
and we were all set.
And the preacher ended it all by saying,
"You are now children of God."
I thought, well, good for us.
I didn't realize that that was a big deal
because I didn't feel any different
than a little while ago
except now my head seemed a little cleaner.
[laughter]
Our pump was powered by a windmill.
And all of the water used in the house
was provided by the windmill
and my two brothers and I,
as one of our daily chores was to carry water into the house.
And the water pail sat by the sink.
And that water pail was the source of all of the water
for cooking, for washing, for tooth brushing, everything.
And just one--
Well, I don't know how many pails of water
we would carry in a day, but not many.
It was really kind of interesting.
But two times of the week
when we had a bath on Saturday night,
we had to carry in more water, of course, to fill the washtub.
And that was... well, we put up with that
because we knew we were going to town afterward,
and going to town once a week was a big deal.
The other time when we carried way too much water,
in our estimation, was on wash day
when we had to fill up the old washing machine
and the wash tubs and all of that.
And the third time, which was, well,
we knew it was going to happen about every July
when Mabel and George Rancord
would come out from Chicago
in their big ol' Dodge car,
and they would stay with us for two weeks.
Why? I have never figured out.
We had no electricity, no indoor plumbing, nothing.
And George was a very nice guy.
He didn't do anything.
Sat under a tree most of the time,
looking out over the pasture.
I guess he just liked to watch the cows in the pasture.
Mabel, however, figured she had to help with the cooking,
and her idea of cooking was everything had to be scrubbed,
and there had to be water in everything.
And she, as soon as she arrived,
one of the first things she would say was,
"Jerry, could you fetch me a pail of water?"
Sure. Carry in the water.
And 10 minutes later--
10 minutes later! Maybe 15.
"Could you fetch me another?"
What happened to the first pail of water, for Heaven's sake?
I wanted to ask. I never did.
Carry in that next pail of water.
And pretty soon Jerry came up missing.
Jerry found other things to do when Mabel was around.
And my two younger brothers, they were still around.
"Donald, could you get a pail?"
"Well, yes, of course."
And then Donald came up missing, and then it was Darrel's turn,
and then he came up missing.
And Mabel said, "Where are those boys?
We need water."
And so, "Herman, could you get a pail of water for me?"
That's my dad.
And Pa would not be too happy about that
because not only we're carrying a lot of water,
we were using a lot of water.
And he wanted the water for the cattle.
He didn't want it in the house.
To carry in a pail of water
every 15, 20 minutes, half an hour
was not only unbelievable, it was almost obscene.
My dad would roll his eyes.
"What is wrong with this woman?"
She could not believe
that my mother could get by with so little water.
And she did not appreciate, nor understand
how precious water was to us
and how every drop of it had to come from our well.
And in those days, before we had electricity,
every drop of water depended on
the wind turning the windmill.
So my dad was very, very careful
about the water that he used.
Back in the '30s, we had not only a Great Depression,
but we had severe drought
in several parts of the United States.
The Dust Bowl just raised havoc.
The wind would blow day after day,
and the fine talcum-like dust from the soil
would filter into the house.
And it was very, very dry, obviously,
with no rain.
But as long as the wind blew, the windmill turned.
And even though the cows had little to eat,
the pastures were drying up, the hay crop was meager,
we were getting by, just.
And then one day, the wind quit blowing,
and the windmill quit turning.
And the most pitiful sound in the world
is the sound of cattle that are thirsty.
They would bellow all night long.
I could hear them in my bedroom.
And my dad would spend each afternoon
looking to the western sky
to see if there was any sign of a storm coming,
any sign that the wind might start blowing again,
but the wind did not blow.
We were desperate.
We've had 12 - 14 cattle, a team of horses,
and Pa was more concerned about the livestock
than he was about his family,
but we hadn't anything to drink either.
And one of our neighbors, Alan Davis was his name,
he lived a half a mile, maybe a mile to the north of us,
Pa knew that he had a gasoline engine
because he lived down in the hollow
and the windmill wouldn't work there very well.
And so we loaded up a bunch of milk cans, 10-gallon milk cans,
put them on a wagon, team of horses,
drove down to Alan's farm, filled these cans with water,
brought them back,
dumped them into the stock tank,
and now we've got the cattle and the horses
all running into each other,
fighting to get a drink of water.
It was a terrible time.
And we saved enough, a pail of water for the house,
so we could have a drink of water
and my mother could do some cooking with water.
And Pa was just troubled beyond belief
that we had to depend on the neighbor.
It was about the next day, in the middle of the night,
I heard the wind come up.
And generally we're not pleased when the wind is blowing
because it was blowing dust all the time.
But this time I knew what was happening because the wind came
up and then you could hear this windmill.
It squeaked and squawked, and then it began turning.
And I knew the pump was working then.
And I knew that Pa would be a lot happier,
as was my mother, when I came downstairs in the morning.
Everybody was smiling because the stock tank was full,
and the windmill, of course, had been turning.
But Pa was concerned that another day the wind would stop.
And he looked in the farm newspapers for ads.
And so he bought a Monitor gasoline engine
built specifically to replace a windmill.
It looked just like a bunch of cast iron.
Hooked this thing up.
Took a half a day to get it hooked up.
Kaboom the machine went.
And then kaboom, a-sheesh, a-sheesh, a-sheesh.
Kaboom, a-sheesh, a-sheesh.
And the pump rod had been going up and down,
and the water began running.
Kaboom, a-sheesh, a-sheesh.
Everything shook and I thought things were going to fly apart,
but now we had water.
Dependable water.
And we used that Monitor engine until we got electricity,
which was a number of years later.
The first people that moved into the area
would make sure they were by a stream or a lake
because life depends on water,
and farmers, if you're going to be a successful farmer,
water was absolutely critical.
Water was precious then.
It's precious still today.
[running stream]
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? ?
Back in the 1940s,
when we were in the midst of World War II,
and I was, oh, eight, nine years old,
the crops by July were drying up.
The pastures were slim.
They oat crop was not much of anything.
The corn was withered.
Every afternoon when the chores were done, my pa and I,
we'd stand out by the barn and we'd look to the west
to see if the weather had any hope of a rainstorm.
And my dad was very good at predicting the weather.
By looking at the western sky and the weather vane,
the wind direction and the cloud formations,
he could predict the weather.
Well, this particular afternoon,
after evening after evening of not seeing any sign of a storm,
he saw something I couldn't see.
He said, "See those clouds on the horizon?"
I could barely see them.
He said, "I think it's going to rain tonight."
Came into the house, lit the lamp on the table.
It was just getting dark.
We're all sitting around.
Dad reading the newspaper
and my brothers and I fooling around with something or other.
About nine o'clock, my mother said,
"Well, it's time to go to bed."
And so that's when we went to bed, generally.
Blew out the lamp.
Took my lamp, went up to bed.
My little room was on the end of the house.
The two windows in the bedroom were open
and stifling hot in the bedroom.
But I had hoped that pa was right,
that it might rain.
[thunder]
And it must have been about midnight
that I heard this growl, this thunder in the distance.
That wonderful sound.
When it's dry weather,
you listen for the growl of the thunder in the distance.
[thunder rumbling]
And then I got up and looked out the window.
It had awakened me.
And I saw a flash of lightning.
[thunder]
And another louder clap of thunder.
[thunder]
And the sky was a menacing conglomeration
of clouds rolling and tumbling
and fighting with each other,
which I could see with each flash of lightning.
[thunder]
And then Pa called up the stairs.
He said, "Boys, wake up.
Wake up and come downstairs."
He did that maybe once or twice a year
because he wanted everybody dressed
in case the wind did something to the barn
or if there was a terrific hailstorm
or lightning struck something.
The Wild Rose Fire Department remained in Wild Rose,
and if there ever was a fire,
and lightning fire was not uncommon,
we were on our own.
And the worst possible thing that could happen to a farmer
in late summer
when the barn was full of hay
was to have lightning strike it
and destroy the winter supply of hay.
So he was deathly afraid of fire,
and lightning was one form of it, of course.
And so we were all in the dining room,
watching out the window this storm, this menacing storm.
And why in Heaven sake did this storm have to be so mean?
Why couldn't it just rain?
My mother would ask that question.
The storm got closer.
[wind]
And a gust of wind came,
and it shook the windows a little bit.
But it wasn't that severe.
And immediately, the temperature dropped probably 20 degrees,
at least 10.
And there wasn't any hail.
But it just dumped.
[rain]
The rain came down, and we--
If you ever saw a family happy with an event
that was as natural as rain,
it was at that time because farmers,
if they had nothing else going for them,
they always had hope.
And the hope, in this instance, was for some rain
because it would save the crops, it would save the garden.
We would have something to eat during the winter.
The cows would have some feed again.
And Pa said, "You can go back up to bed now."
He looked at his watch.
"It's three o'clock.
You've got a couple of hours yet before you have to get up."
Crawled into bed,
and 5:30 the next morning, it all started over again.
What we ordinarily did on a rainy day,
we'd crawl up into the barn
and listen to the rain drum on the barn roof.
Wonderful sound.
Never forgotten it.
The smell of sweet clover and drying alfalfa.
I was afraid pa was going to say,
"Let's got hoe the potatoes."
It stopped raining, just a little drizzle.
But he didn't.
He said, "You know, this might be a day to go fishing."
He didn't say that very often in the summertime.
We fished a lot in the winter,
but in the summertime there was work to be done.
Always work to be done.
So I found the six-tine fork and went out back of the henhouse
and dug some worms and put them in a can.
Found the 16-foot long cane poles
that we had tucked under the corn crib eaves,
tied them across the top of the '36 Plymouth,
piled in the Plymouth,
and drove over to Norwegian Lake.
And Pa knew the Andersons,
who lived at a farm right by the lake.
And they rented boats.
The boat rental was a dollar a day.
And a day was an hour or 12 hours,
whatever you wanted to call it.
It was one dollar.
And so Pa went in the shed and picked up a pair of oars.
We drove on down to the lake, and here were these wood--
These were all wooden boats.
They were-- I don't know.
Somebody made them, I 'spect.
And they were sort of half-sunk in the lake,
and we looked around to see one
that looked like it would be halfway decent,
pulled it out, tipped it over,
dumped the water out.
All crawled in
and we rowed out to where the marl hole was.
Many of the lakes had marl bottoms.
Marl is calcium carbonate thousands of years old
from various seashells that have accumulated there.
And it was dug out.
Farmers used it to fertilize,
to change the acidity level of their fields.
So there's a big hole in Norwegian Lake,
probably 40 feet deep,
and the idea was no anchor was big enough,
long enough, the chain, the rope, to drop down 40 feet.
So the idea was to row right up to the edge of this marl hole
because on a hot day in summer
the big bluegills and the big Northerns
are down deep where it's cool.
And pa knew this lake better than we did.
And we're rowing, he's rowing, and we're looking.
And we see
the bottom disappear.
And Pa says, "That's it.
"We're over to marl hole.
Now we've got to back off just a little bit."
And we backed off a little bit.
We dropped the anchor.
And we started tossing our poles, our bobbers,
into this deep hole in the marl hole.
And we'd hit it.
This was the day to catch fish.
Soon the bluegills were biting.
I mean, my brother Donald's bobber went under
and up came a big bluegill.
My dad's bobber went under. Another big bluegill.
Mine, Darrel's.
Soon the bluegills were accumulating.
What we did not pay attention to was that
there was water accumulating in the floor of the boat.
The thing leaked like a sieve.
We didn't realize that.
And I said to Pa, I said, "Pa, I think this boat's leaking."
And he kind of looked down, and he said,
"Yeah, but the fish are biting pretty well.
Maybe one of you or both of you..."
We had a little pail along.
"You could dump some of the water out as it accumulated."
And so we're dumping water and catching fish
and just continuing to do that for about an hour,
but we could not keep ahead of the water that was accumulating,
now up to our shoes and covering our shoes.
And I said, "Pa, this boat's going to sink."
We had no life preservers.
There wasn't anything like that.
And Pa didn't seem to mind that the boat might sink
because the fish were really biting.
I mean, we'd had 25, 30, 40 bluegills.
And I'm not exaggerating.
The bluegills were this big around.
I mean, they were just wonderful.
But...
If the boat sank, well, what difference would it make?
And we're quite a ways from shore.
We're a good hundred yards, maybe more than that.
And we're bailing and still fishing
and pa finally says,
"I think we probably ought to hang it up for the day.
We got enough fish."
And now the boat's got, I don't know,
probably that much water in it.
We just couldn't bail fast enough.
We got the boat up to shore.
We were there safe and sound.
Got home, cleaned the fish.
One of the things we had learned
early in all of these adventures:
never tell ma any details of what went on
because she would have chewed out my dad
like you can't imagine.
So we're all smirking as we're cleaning these bluegills,
and Ma's prepared with
the great big ol' cast iron skillet on the wood stove,
put in a big hunk of lard
and put these fish in there
and fry 'em up and crisp.
And my dad said,
"There's nothing sweeter than bluegills caught in cold water."
And we had a wonderful fish dinner and a memory.
Are we going back to Norwegian Lake,
and, if we do, let's remember the boat that we were in
and not select that one again.
[fast waterfall]
? [energetic staccato piano melody] ?
In the fall that I turned 12 years old,
I was able to get a hunting license.
Farm kids were hunting, of course,
as soon as they were big enough to handle a rifle,
but we couldn't deer hunt.
So I'm 12 years old,
and my dad and Bill Miller, the neighbor half a mile away,
had been going for several years.
But now, now, I had the opportunity to go along.
Well, there was a 12-gauge double-barrel shotgun
that weighed about-- [clears throat]
Well, it weighed a lot.
[laughter]
And so I'm to use this-- It was a Blunderbuss.
The thing--
I mean, it had a barrel that never quit.
You could hardly see the end of it.
Well, this is a bit of an exaggeration.
We had slugs.
Anybody that knows about deer hunting knows that
when you deer hunt you don't use fine shot, you use slugs.
Well, when that shotgun went off, I mean it,
if you were standing up out in the open,
it would drive you back two feet.
I mean, it was wicked.
It was very much like a horse kicking you on the shoulder
when the thing went off.
So I was a little fearful of this big ol' shotgun.
We drive to Adams County.
It's a beautiful day in late November.
To make the hunt really work,
it was good to have somebody walking through the woods
to scare out the deer
toward those who were standing on the other end.
And my dad had selected me, as the novice,
to perform that role.
And so he dumps me off, and he says,
"Bill and I are going to go on the other end of the woods
about a mile away."
And he said, "Now, you won't get lost.
All you have to do is walk along the river."
Which is true.
I'm walking along the river,
and that big Blunderbuss of a 12-gauge got so heavy.
And I'm tired and we had to get up at 4:30
to milk the cows in order to get there.
So I lean it up against the tree, and I sit down.
I look at the river.
Well, lo and behold, as I'm looking at the river,
here comes what looks like a dog.
Swimming along, just his head sticking out.
And this creature sees me, and it's--
[claps hands] My gosh,
I about jumped out of my skin.
There was this slap on the water as loud as a rifle shot.
Well, it was a beaver, of course.
And this big ol' beaver pounded his tail on the water,
which is the common way that beavers
told the rest of the beavers that there was trouble ahead.
I'd never seen a beaver,
and I look upstream and I could see the beaver dam.
And I'm watching these beavers now work at this dam.
It was a fantastic thing to see.
I mean, it almost was better than hunting deer.
And then I thought,
I better get on doing what I'm supposed to do.
So I picked up my old Blunderbuss
and I wandered on through the woods,
and after a half an hour or so, I come upon Pa,
and he said, "Where have you been?"
And I said, "Well, I've just been taking my time."
I would not admit that I was sitting there on the riverbank
watching the beavers and having a wonderful time.
Pa said, "You should walk a little faster
if we're going to get any deer this year."
About 1948, I was in high school,
and it had been an interesting winter.
A lot of snow, and come spring, it warmed up,
in March, up to, it must have been in the 70s.
And the snow melted fiercely.
And our country where I grew up
has a lot of hills and valleys.
And the valleys quickly filled with water.
Including the roads were flooded.
And so the school bus couldn't come by,
nor could the milkman, nor could anybody.
It was just like a winter storm.
It's the unexpected in nature
that I have always found fascinating,
whether it's a fierce storm or a flood.
It's what you don't expect to happen.
Especially in our area,
the idea of a flood was unknown in sand country.
The ground was frozen.
That's why the water didn't recede.
And so when the unexpected happens,
and my dad was good at this, his comment was,
"Well, you gotta make due. You take what's given to you."
Rather than sit back
and say, "Oh, my.
"You boys don't have to go to school now
"and I don't know what we're going to do,
"and the milkman can't come by
and what are we going to do with all the milk?"
and all of that,
he said, "Well, you guys can walk to school.
"I used to walk a long ways.
It'd be good for you."
And it was wonderful.
It was such fun to brag to the town kids,
who were a bunch of wimps anyway,
that we just walked four-and-a-half miles
to get to school.
We impressed our teachers unbelievably,
how we would do that.
Well, what happened was
when all these valleys froze over,
the water didn't disappear,
but there was about two inches of ice.
So it took another two, three weeks
before the water receded enough
so the school bus could come by
and things would return back to normal
and we didn't have to walk nine miles round trip to school.
For Heaven's sake.
But this community of kids,
there must have been a half a dozen of us walking to school.
I mean we just thought that was the greatest thing in the world.
And to get there and be able to brag, oh, man.
I mean, we country kids were short on bragging rights anyway.
The town kids had all the advantages, we thought.
We didn't have electricity or anything.
And now we could brag.
By golly, we're in school
even though the school bus didn't make it.
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Oh, good golly, Miss Molly.
When I turned 18 years old,
there was still on the books a law in Wisconsin
that said you could drink beer, but not liquor or wine.
And so there were beer bars all over the place
just for 18-year-olds.
And Lakeside Lodge at Hancock,
now gone, had such a beer bar.
And they also had this wonderful dance hall.
And every Saturday night all year round,
I don't think they missed a Saturday night,
maybe if it was Christmas Eve they didn't perform, but they
invited in a polka band.
And finally, I loved to polka,
it took me a long time to learn how to do it,
but here we would all show up.
It was 50 cents.
That's what it cost to get into the dance hall.
And they would play all these wonderful polkas.
The "Beer Barrel Polka."
We call it the "Butcher Polka."
"Butcher arms around me, honey; hold me tight."
We knew all the words to these songs.
And then they would do the old time waltzes.
"The Tennessee Waltz."
[singing tenor] ? I was waltzing with my darling
? To the Tennessee Waltz
You probably want to take that part out.
[laughter]
I mean, it was just fantastic.
And, of course, we were there with our girlfriends
showing off our dance steps.
None of us could dance worth a hoot,
but the girls all knew how to dance,
but the big deal was going into the 18-year-old bar
where you could get, I think,
five seven-ounce bottles of Blatz Beer for a dollar.
Something like that.
I mean, it was absurd.
Well, we didn't have any money either,
so we'd get our dollar's worth of beer and that was about it.
But the thing that I remember most
is the Lakeside Lodge was right on this wonderful lake.
[cicadas]
And there was often a full moon
when we're trying to impress our dates.
And we would take them down to the beach
and with the moon rising and the bullfrogs--
Har-ump, har-ump.
I mean, why wouldn't that impress a girl
to hear that wonderful sound
of a bullfrog? [laughter]
We're walking along the beach
and in the background the Butcher song...
[singing tenor] ? Butcher arms around me honey ? Hold me tight
...is playing.
I mean, it was the best.
Absolutely the best.
And, of course, the band every so often would take a break.
And then a bunch of us would walk along the beach.
And then you'd hear the announcer say,
"We're now going to do a schottische."
And we'd do the circle two-step,
and then they would play some drag along dance
that some of us who didn't dance very well,
we could cuddle up a little closer to our dates.
The beach and the lake made it what it was
because the moonlight on the lake,
I mean who couldn't be impressed?
And we, of course, after a couple of these cheap beers
were trying our darnedest to impress our dates, which,
as it turned out, were not very impressed.
[laughter]
I have long forgotten who these girls were.
Almost a different one every Saturday night.
But these dances were absolutely fantastic.
And people, in my mind,
sometimes fail to realize
that in this life
there's more than economics.
And the idea of
just sitting by a lake and watching it
has value that exceeds
most anything that you could write in your checkbook.
I grew up understanding that.
These lakes were created
10,000 years ago
when the last glacier receded.
We see natural vegetation all around it.
And if you went out into it,
my guess is that you could look probably to the bottom
because there's no external pollution.
It's a natural environment.
And when I say that lake is 10,000 years old, it is.
That's a long time.
The extent to which our society can continue,
and maybe this is an exaggeration,
will depend on the extent to which
some of this can be maintained
to remind us
that nature is important in our lives,
and lakes and water are essential.
CU
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[birds chirping]
We bought our farm 50 years ago now.
The house had burned,
and we were trying to turn the granary into a cabin,
but there was no indoor plumbing.
There was no running water in the house.
The only source of water we had was this well.
We did have electricity
that I'd put in,
and we had an electric pump jack
that moved the pump rods up and down
so we had water, but not very much water.
And we had to carry water,
of course, to the house.
Well, I couldn't afford to put a well in,
to have a decent system.
And to tell you the truth, I'm happy that we didn't because,
and this may sound cruel,
but I really wanted my kids to experience something,
we had three kids, some of what I did.
- And my mom was determined to keep us clean,
even though we were outside every day all summer
getting really filthy, crawling around in the woods
and barefoot and running around
getting really dirty.
So she just determined that
we would at least have clean feet when we went to bed.
And my mom decided that was not enough of washing.
It didn't count as washing up.
So we needed the whole shower experience.
- I don't know where I came up with the idea,
but I thought maybe we could figure out a way
of making an outdoor shower.
That would be kind of interesting.
Well, how are you going to make an outdoor shower?
I thought about that.
My neighbor at the time,
in Madison, ran a hardware store,
Ellis Hardware.
I said, "Maurie, I want you to help me
with something I'm thinking about."
And he said, "Now what are you trying to make?"
I said, "I'm trying to make an outdoor shower.
Here's the idea.
Let's start with a 14-quart pail.
You got some of those around here?"
"Yes, I do."
"Cut a hole in the bottom,
and then I want you to put
about a foot or so of garden hose,
fasten that in there so that it doesn't leak.
You know how to do that; I don't."
He said, "Yes, I can do that."
And I said, "On the other end of the garden hose
put a garden sprinkler thing."
And the spigot on the bottom
had a little schnozzle on it
so you could turn it off and on, which is very important.
So then the kids and I went down in the woods,
and we cut three long poles,
locust tree poles.
Brought them up.
We set them up as a tripod about eight feet high,
hay-wired the top together, set it up as a tripod.
- This is a picture of our one-pail shower.
My dad on a ladder,
and the one-pail shower was on a pulley system
so you could pull it up and down.
It was one of my dad's finest inventions.
- So, how do you not freeze to death
because the water coming out of the pump is about,
I don't know, 50 degrees or 45, something like that.
So we would warm up some water on a cook stove.
We had a wood cook stove with a teakettle.
Warm up the water there, put some cold water in the pail,
put some hot water in it until it was just nice,
pull it up, crawl under there.
Then Susie and my wife said, "Well, geez,
"we're not going to take a shower standing out here
in the buff in the open.
You're going to have to put something around that thing."
So I wrapped a canvas around the thing, and now it was complete.
I said, "If you're going to take a shower now,
there's got to be at least three showers for every pail."
They go, "What?"
"Try it and see."
And it works.
You don't need a whole lot of water to take a shower.
I was keenly interested, at that time,
to helping the kids understand
that water is pretty darn precious.
I grew up without very much water.
And I thought it'd be interesting
for them to realize that,
yeah, you can take a shower with not very much water.
Then I struck the most wonderful idea
I'd come up with in a very long time
was an incentive for doing good work
that was different than 50 cents.
"If you work hard today in the garden,
you will be eligible for a whole-pail shower."
Wonderful!
I mean, they worked so hard,
and that's still a big joke as a family.
"Have you done enough to earn a whole-pail shower yet?"
[laughter]
One of the things they want me to do, I may do it,
is to reconstruct the whole-pail shower
so the grandkids and now the great grandkids
can experience it.
[laughter]
I really wanted a 17-foot aluminum Grumman canoe.
I said to Ruth, "What would you think..." my wife,
"What would you think if I bought..."
"Why would you want a canoe when you got a boat?"
I said, "Well, a canoe is kind of neat
and the kids might like it too."
And she said, "I think your dad thinks they're not safe."
"I've heard him say that too," I said.
Well, I took the canoe down to the pond,
and I don't know what the kids were,
maybe eight, nine, and 10, something like that.
10, 11, 12.
And I said, "Now, you guys can go out here and canoe
any time you want, but you've got to wear a life vest.
And before you even get in the canoe,
I want to tell you something
about how to operate this thing."
And I showed them how to paddle.
And then I said, "Now, I want each one of you
to take the canoe by yourself
out in the middle of the pond
and see if you can tip it over
so you know
what the characteristics of the canoe are."
And by golly, they had to stand on the side
to tip the canoe over, of course.
And I, then, had to
confront my father.
You don't confront your father generally,
but there are times when it's necessary to point out
to someone who has the power in the family that he was wrong.
I said, "Pa, canoes are safe."
He said, "Are you sure?"
I said, "Yes, I am."
And we never talked about it again.
So, over the years, that canoe has,
we've done many, many canoe trips with it.
It looks like it's been through the war.
It's all scratched up and dented up and bent.
Still doesn't leak.
Not a hole in it.
But it has a lot of memories.
There's a very special place in northern Minnesota
where my kids and I have, one time or another,
gone for 25 years,
and that's the Boundary Waters.
It is a million acres
of pristine lakes and forests.
It is a place
where there are bear and wolves that howl.
There's no sound pollution.
There's no light pollution.
It's a place for contemplation.
It's a place to discover who you are.
It's a place to get in touch with nature in a way that--
Well, my farm comes close,
but that's such a special place.
It's also restful.
The sound of water
lapping on a rocky shore
in a rhythmic kind of way,
the interaction of rocks and water
is really kind of interesting.
And then, how that sound changes
with the intensity of the wind
with sort of a gentle message
to a shouting story of history and the past
and all the rest of it as the waves come splashing in.
You wonder,
how did the voyageurs manage with their canoes
when the weather was this rough,
and we're not able to manage
with a 17-foot Grumman canoe that's built like a tank?
We stay in a tent on the banks of a lake.
And we so much enjoy any rainstorm that comes by.
I love the sound of rain on canvas.
I mean, it's just wonderful.
And the stories are told
over and over
as the family comes together
to think about the beautiful places where we have been,
and we've been to a lot of them.
Steve and I were coming out one year, and Steve is in the back.
He's steering and paddling.
I'm in the front.
I'm looking for stones.
A lot of stones in the water, in the Boundary Waters.
Foggy, misty, beautiful morning.
And I say, "Steve, stone ahead, left.
Bigger stone.
Steve, the stone's getting bigger.
Stop!
It's a moose!" [laughter]
There was a feeding on--
The moose, just like some kind of a miracle,
comes out of the water.
There's this whole big moose.
And Steve says, "What do I do?"
I said, "Geez, I don't know,
but I wouldn't do anything if I were you." [laughter]
The moose stood there, and we stopped paddling.
We're looking at this moose four, five steps ahead.
It could have dumped us, but it didn't.
It looked us over and said,
"I don't think this is worth the energy."
[laughter]
I don't know what he thought.
Turned around, walked up on shore,
and shook itself like a dog.
I mean, what an experience that was.
Never forgotten that.
Those are the kind of stories that we have.
One more.
This time Jeff and I made the mistake of
going into the Boundary Waters without a map.
We'd been there for 10-12 years, and I said,
"Jeff, we don't need a map.
We know where we're going."
Right.
So, we are lost,
and we're going along
and we come upon an island.
And I said, "Jeff, look over on the island."
And here were four young women
bathing,
sunbathing in the nude.
And Jeff is in college then.
I said, "Jeff, look over to the left."
Jeff, "Whoa!
You got the binoculars, Dad, somewhere?"
[laughter]
I said, "No, you don't need binoculars."
I said, "Act like we know where we're going.
Don't look. Just paddle."
So we're going by and we're about,
I don't know, 20-30 yards away.
We're paddling along,
and these women jump up and they're holding
a big blanket up in front of themselves.
And we paddled by, and Jeff did get a little, "Hi."
[laughter]
Son of a gun, if it wasn't a dead end.
We had to turn around and come back.
[laughter]
This time they were ticked.
They were mad.
[laughter]
I said, "Jeff, we got to paddle a little faster this time."
Anyway, those are some Boundary Water stories.
[laughter]
Oh, my.
[waves swashing]
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[mellow piano music]
I began teaching at the Rhinelander School of the Arts,
and I taught there for some 32 years.
And our kids were something like seven, eight, and nine
when we started going there in 1971.
In fact, I've taught creative writing now
for 40-plus years.
And I have discovered
that there's something magical
about having a writing class, I suspect any class,
but a writing class, which I do, close to water.
And I've taught on Washington Island.
I still teach at The Clearing in Ellison Bay,
which is right on the waters of Green Bay.
And, of course, at Rhinelander,
the lakes were everywhere,
and water was one of the attractions, I think,
that brought some of the students to my classes.
I discovered that sort of accidentally
by realizing that something was going on
that I couldn't figure out,
that I couldn't understand,
the relationship of people to water.
The creative juices that began flowing.
And this sounds crazy maybe,
but as people associated with water,
watched it, played in it,
did whatever they wanted with it,
or simply wrote about it even,
there was something mysterious happening.
And I still haven't figured
exactly what that relationship is,
but it's an important one.
And I firmly believe,
and I've taught this for years,
that everybody has a creative side to them.
It's often dormant and not being expressed.
But water and the presence of water, in my judgment,
will help to release that creativity that sits there
and is waiting to be released.
? ?
As the kids got older and grew up
and had jobs and eventually married,
Ruth and I were there alone
for several years while I was teaching.
I think it was my daughter, Susan, said,
"Well, wouldn't it be fun
"if we brought our spouses and our kids
to Rhinelander to experience what we experienced as kids?"
And so, that's what we did.
Today, 16 years later, we are still doing that.
And there's something like 15 of us when we're all together.
Grandkids, now two great grandkids.
It's to bring the family together
in a way that we could never have anticipated,
and water was the key to it.
Being on a lake
where they could fish and water ski
and just sit and watch the water.
And what's interesting, sometimes we think that they,
the kids and the grandkids,
want to be busy all the time doing things.
But every so often I catch one of them,
sometimes several of them,
just sitting by themselves watching the water.
So water has been the glue,
if that makes sense,
in bringing the family together,
which we do once a year for a week or more.
And it has been absolutely wonderful.
We rent a boat so those who want to water ski can do that.
This year, the most fun thing the kids did was kayaking.
There were four kayaks, and they were out exploring.
And they would come back, these are the grandkids now,
with stories about what they had seen.
The big blue herons and the fish that they had seen
and the water plants.
And it was like they were discovering all of this--
It probably was for the first time,
some of them.
Either consciously, or sometimes unconsciously,
I was intent that my kids appreciate the out of doors,
that they appreciate nature,
that they appreciate the quiet that goes with being outdoors.
I did that with my kids.
I'm doing that with my grandkids,
and maybe I'm doing more of it with my grandkids.
I have more time to do it
because I don't have a 9:00 to 5:00 job to go to.
And I try to do it subtly.
Tell a story rather than to say,
"Here are the points I want you to memorize."
And, interestingly enough, they're picking that up.
It's a way of teaching that I guess I tried to follow.
I taught for many years at the University,
and I've pretty much been doing that with my grandkids,
did it with my kids.
[laughter]
My perspective on water goes back,
way back to when I was a kid.
All of those experiences with my dad going fishing,
with my brothers and I going swimming,
of cattle not having enough water to drink,
all of that helped me develop
this tremendous respect for water.
And I'm afraid that
so many people today in our society
see water as an economic commodity.
Something that is unending,
and most of us who study this know better.
It's not unending.
The supply is not forever abundant.
We need to watch that
and watch that carefully in our overuse of water.
So, going way back to the days when I was a kid
and learning to respect water, to cherish it,
and indeed to see it as something sacred,
to today when
I'm trying to do that myself with limited water use,
but I see so many people around me,
and I don't mean to be judgmental,
but so many people who see water
as something that's going to economically benefit them
and not worry about what it does to the environment,
what it does to the aquifers that draw down.
Right here on my farm where we're sitting just now,
one only has to look at my two ponds,
one in back of me, one in front of me,
both of which have less than half the water in them
that they had as recently as 15 years ago.
And I don't want to blame it
on the irrigation that takes place in this area.
Part of me doesn't want to do that.
I'm a farmer.
I've known farmers for years.
But I also know in studying the research evidence
that's been done in this area that
that is a major contributor to the decline of the aquifer
and the disappearance of several feet of the water table.
And the thoughtful farmers know this,
but there are always those that are not.
So doom and gloom I probably sound,
but I'm hopeful that
more people will recognize that as a problem
and begin to talk about it and discuss it
and begin to figure out policies that will allow us
to put the brakes on some of our overuse of water,
some of our inappropriate use of water.
And then we see these spills
and we see the streams polluted.
There needs to be more study at this, but that is a problem.
And I don't have the solution to it, but it's happening.
? ?
The Great Lakes have something like 80-plus-percent
of all of the freshwater in North America.
Can you believe that? 80%.
And those same Great Lakes,
the 20-some-percent of the world's freshwater
happens to be in the Great Lakes.
But, but, as we look ahead,
some predict by as early as 2050
we are going to have a terrific shortage of water in the world,
including the United States.
We see evidence of it now.
California has had a drought that's gone on
for almost half a dozen years already.
The southwestern states, New Mexico and Arizona,
have had drought.
And the wildfires in the northwest,
storms where we'll get inches of rain an hour,
these are indicators of what we can see coming.
But it's very difficult to convince somebody
who has just had their car flooded out
because of a recent terrific rainstorm
that there's going to be a water shortage.
And, today, it's so easy to turn on the spigot,
and there's the water.
And for most of us, it's fresh and it's safe.
Increasingly that will not be so.
I think my father would shake his head as I do,
and he would probably start telling stories,
which was his way.
He had a never-ending supply of stories
to celebrate that water is sacred.
Without water, death is imminent.
And people have to make a living, I understand that.
But the broader scheme means
we've got to see the relationship
of what we're doing to a bigger picture.
And that means that we are all in this together.
And my dad knew that.
"Jerry, never curse the rain."
>> HI.
I'M JON MISKOWSKI, DIRECTOR OF
WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION,
HERE WITH JERRY APPS.
YOU'VE JUST SEEN "NEVER CURSE
THE RAIN."
IT'S NEW DOCUMENTARY COMPANION
TO "NEVER CURSE THE RAIN" THE
BOOK.
>> YES.
>> THOSE ARE AVAILABLE TO YOU
RIGHT NOW WITH A GIFT OF $6 A
MONTH.
IT'S AN IMREAT GREAT TIME TO SHOW YOUR
SUPPORT FOR WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION.
FOR $6 A MONTH, WE HAVE THE DVD
WHICH I KNOW YOU WILL ENJOY
WATCHING AGAIN AND SHARING WITH
FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
WITH $10 A MONTH, WE HAVE THE
DVD AND THE BOOK.
TELL THEM A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE
BOOK AND THE STORIES IN THE
BOOK.
>> THE STORIES START OUT WITH MY
VERY FIRST MEMORIES OF WATER.
AND WHEN -- THAT'S DURING THE
DEPRESSION.
I WAS A LITTLE KID.
AND THE WINDMILL QUIT TURNING ON
A VERY DRY PERIOD OF TIME AND
THE COWS DID NOT HAVE ANY WATER.
AND IT WAS A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE
THING WHEN CATTLE DO NOT HAVE
ENOUGH TO BRINK.
THEY BELLOW ALL NIGHT LONG.
WE WERE TRYING TO FIND SOME
WATER FOR THE CATTLE.
FINALLY WE WERE ABLE TO DO THAT
AT THE NEIGHBORS WHO HAD A
GASOLINE ENGINE RUNNING THEIR
PUMP.
>> WELL, CON GRAT LOGS CONGRATULATIONS ON THIS
WONDERFUL PROGRAM.
IT CONVEYS THE IMPORTANCE OF
WATER AND EVOKES A LOT OF
MEMORIES AND A REMINDER OF HOW
PRECARIOUS THE FARM IS.
>> IT IS.
WATER IS KEY TO ANY FARM
OPERATION.
IN FACT, WATER IS KEY TO LIFE.
WE CAN BE THAT BROAD IN TALKING
ABOUT IT.
>> SURE.
SO PLEASE GIVE US A CALL,
1-800-236-3636.
FOR $6 A MONTH THE PROGRAM IS
AVAILABLE TO YOU WITH YOUR CALL
AT 1-800-236-3636.
>> WELL, THANK YOU JON.
I'M KERMAN ECKES.
WE'VE HAD A WONDERFUL RESPONSE
TO THIS SHOW.
JERRY APPS HAS ALWAYS BEEN A
HUGE FAVORITE WITH OUR VIEWERS
AND THE STORIES THAT JERRY
TELLS, THE ASSOCIATIONS, THE
FARM STORIES THAT HE TELLS US
RESONATE WITH SO MANY OF US.
FARMING HAS BEEN SUCH AN
IMPORTANT PART OF WISCONSIN,
LIFE IN WISCONSIN, AND THAT'S
SOMETHING THAT JERRY REALLY
BRINGS TO US HERE AT WISCONSIN
PUBLIC TELEVISION.
THAT'S WHY WE'RE ASKING YOU TO
GO TO THOSE PHONES AND GIVE US
YOUR SUPPORT.
WHEN YOU DO, WE HAVE THOSE THANK
YOU GIFTS FOR YOU.
IF YOU CALL AND BECOME A MEMBER
WITH AN ONGOING MONTHLY GIFT OF
$6 A MONTH, WE'LL SEND YOU A
COPY OF "NEVER CURSE THE RAIN."
THIS IS THE NEW DVD OF THE JERRY
APPEARANCE'JERRYJERRYAPPS' DOCUMENTARY.
FOR $10 A MONTH, WE'LL SEND YOU
THE DVD AND THE BOOK.
JERRY WAS TALKING ABOUT VERY
EARLY MEMORIES THAT PROCEED TO
THE CURRENT DAY.
IF YOU BECOME A MEMBER WITH AN
ONGOING MONTHLY GIFT OF $20 A
MONTH, WE HAVE A FABULOUS
PACKAGE.
IT HAS FOUR DVDs PLUS THE BOOK
"NEVER CURSE THE RAIN" AND THE
BOOK "OLD FARM" AND A BEAUTIFUL
PRINT THAT WE CAN SEND YOUR WAY.
OUR VOLUNTEERS CAN TELL YOU
MORE.
BUT NOW GO TO THOSE PHONES AND
GIVE US A CALL AT
1-800-236-3636.
>> STAY WITH US.
WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU CAN
SUPPORT WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION BUT ALSO IN A FEW
MINUTES WE'RE GOING TO SHOW THE
FIRST SEGMENT OF "A FARM STORY,"
WHICH WAS THE FIRST ONE.
>> THE FIRST IN THIS SERIES OF
FOUR DOCUMENTARIES, WHERE I TALK
ABOUT THE EARLY DAYS ON THE FARM
WHEN I WAS A KID.
A LOT OF RESPONSE TO THAT ALL
ACROSS THE COUNTRY.
>> WELL, VERY POWERFUL, VERY EE
EVOCATIVE DOCUMENTARY.
MOSTLY ABOUT ELECTRIC.
>> WE DIDN'T GET ELECTRICITY
ABOUT 1947, WHICH WAS A LONG
TIME AFTER THE FOLKS IN THE
CITIES HAD ELECTRICITY.
>> CURRENT FARMERS ARE LOOKING
AT THAT AS A MODEL AS THEY TRY
TO REDUCE ENERGY COSTS AND
THINGS LIKE THAT.
>> SURE.
SURE.
WE USED VERY LITTLE ENERGY IN
THOSE DAYS.
15 CENTS FOR A GALLON OF
KEROSENE WOULD LAST US A WEEK.
>> PLEASE JOIN US WITH YOUR
PHONE CALL AT 1-800-236-3636.
>> WELL, BEFORE WE DO THAT, YOU
HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO JOIN US
AS A MEMBER OF WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION.
AND OF COURSE WE HAVE OUR THANK
YOU GIFTS FOR YOU.
I WANT TO SPEND A LITTLE TIME
TALKING ABOUT THAT, THE GIFT
THAT WE HAVE FOR THE ONE-TIME
DONATION OF $240 OR FOR A $20 A
MONTH ONGOING DONATION.
WE HAVE THE PERFECT JERRY APPS'
PACKAGE BECAUSE IT HAS ALL FOUR
DVDs JERRY THAT'S DONE AND IT
INCLUDES THE VERY FIRST ONE, A
FARM STORY.
ALSO INCLUDES A FARM WINTER, THE
LAND AND THEN OF COURSE NEVER
CURSE THE RAIN.
IT ALSO INCLUDES THE BOOK NEVER
CURSE THE RAIN AND A GREAT BOOK
JERRY DID WITH HIS SON, OLD
FARM.
IT'S A HISTORY OF JERRY'S FARM,
A GENEALOGY YOU CAN USE TO TELL
THE STORIES OF YOUR LAND AND
PROTECT THOSE STORIES.
IT ALSO INCLUDES THIS BEAUTIFUL
PRINT.
I LOVE THIS PRINT.
IT FEATURES THE ARTWORK OF JOHN
ZIM AND HIS WORK HERE HAS BEEN
FEATURED ON THE COVER OF SOME OF
JERRY'S BOOKS.
SO WE HAVE A PRINT FROM THE LAND
-- I'M SORRY, FROM WINTER, THE
LAND AND THEN NEVER CURSE THE
RAIN.
IT'S DONE A HEF HEAVY MUSEUM QUALITY
PAPER.
THERE'S A GENEROUS MARGIN SO YOU
CAN FRAME THIS ANY WAY THAT YOU
SEE FIT.
IT FEATURES BOTH JERRY'S
SIGNATURE AND JOHN ZIM'S
SIGNATURE.
SO THAT WONDERFUL PACKAGE COMES
TO YOU FOR A ONE-TIME GIFT OF
$240 A MONTH.
SO AGAIN WE HAVE MANY DIFFERENT
LEVELS, MANY DIFFERENT WAYS OF
SAYING THANK YOU TO YOU FOR
JOINING US AT WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION.
BUT NOW WE NEED YOU TO TAKE THAT
FIRST STEP OF GOING TO YOUR
PHONE AND DIALING
1-800-236-3636.
>> WELL, AS WE MENTIONED, WE'RE
GOING TO IN A FEW MINUTES SEE
THE BEGINNING OF A FARM STORY.
THIS COMBINATION OF FARM WINTER,
FARM STORY, THE LAND AND THE
WATER, WHAT A WONDERFUL
CONTRIBUTION TO OUR STATE, TO
SUSTAINING AND PERPETUATING
THESE IMPORTANT STORIES OF
WISCONSIN.
AND AS JERRY MENTIONED, HAS BEEN
SHARED WITH PEOPLE ALL OVER THE
COUNTRY.
WE WERE DRIVING ABOUT A YEAR AGO
AND JERRY GOT A TEXT MESSAGE AND
AN EMAIL AND HIS PHONE WAS
LIGHTING UP.
HE SAID SOMEWHERE IN PUBLIC
TELEVISION THEY'RE SEEING THE
DOCUMENTARY BECAUSE PEOPLE REACH
OUT TO HIM AND WANT TO THANK HIM
FOR THIS WORK.
ONE WAY THAT YOU CAN DO THAT IS
BY CALLING WITH YOUR PLEDGE AND
JOINING ME, JOINING JERRY AND
RUTH AS SUPPORTERS, AS FRIENDS
OF WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION.
THE PHONE NUMBER IS ON YOUR
SCREEN.
WE HAVE THESE GREAT THANK YOU
GIFTS AND YOU WILL CONTINUE THIS
LEGACY OF GREAT TELEVISION
SUPPORTED BY THE PEOPLE OF
WISCONSIN AND WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION.
THE PHONE NUMBER IS
1-800-236-3636.
>> BOY, JERRY, IMAGINE HOW
TECHNOLOGY HAS CHANGED.
YOU'RE NOW TEXT MESSAGING AND
WHEN YOUR MOTHER WAS COOKING,
SHE HAD TO PUT HER HAND ON THE
OVEN TO SEE HOW HOT IT WAS.
>> WE DIDN'T HAVE ELECTRICITY.
I TELL YOU, I LEARNED HOW TO
WRITE ON A MANUAL TYPEWRITER.
ALL OF THIS ELECTRONIC STUFF
BAFFLES ME.
>> I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE
INTERNET WHEN I WAS GROWING UP.
THE
>> I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL
INTERNET.
>> I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL
NOW.
ONE THING I LOVE ABOUT HAVING A
COLLECTION OF BOOKS IS IT MAKES
ME APPRECIATE ON HOW EASY MY LIFE
IS ON THE FARM THESE DAYS WHEN I
CAN FLIP A SWITCH.
WATER IS RUNNING ALL THE TIME ON
THE WATER TANK.
I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT
ANYTHING.
>> WELL, IT WAS A DIFFERENT
TIME, TO BE SURE, BUT IT HAD ITS
VIRTUES.
AND THE OLD COOK STOVE THAT WAS
WOOD BURNING, I HAVE WONDERFUL
MEMORIES ABOUT THAT.
I'VE JUST RECENTLY WRITTEN MORE
ABOUT THE OLD COOKSTOVE AND HOW
MY MOTHER COOKED WITH IT.
SHE WOULD PUT HER HAND IN THE
OVEN TO DETERMINE WHETHER OR NOT
THE TEMPERATURE WAS APPROPRIATE
FOR BAKING BREAD.
>> I LOVE ADD AING THIS BOOKING THIS BOOK TO MY
COLLECTION.
I HOPE YOU WILL TOO BY CALLING
1-800-236-3636.
>> YOU KNOW, THAT WAS JUST A
WONDERFUL MOMENT HERE TOO OF TWO
VERY POPULAR PEOPLE THAT YOU SEE
HERE ON WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION, PEOPLE THAT FEATURE
STORIES OF WISCONSIN
SPECIFICALLY AND THEY'RE HERE
BECAUSE OF YOU, VIEWERS THAT GO
TO THEIR PHONE LIKE ALL OF THE
VIEWERS THAT HAVE BEEN CALLING
NOW AND BECOME MEMBERS OF
WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION.
WHEN YOU CALL, YOU ARE HELPING
TO BRING THAT PROGRAMMING TO NOT
ONLY YOURSELF, BUT TO YOUR
COMMUNITY, TO PEOPLE ALL ACROSS
THE STATE.
SO IT'S A WONDERFUL BENEFIT OF
BECOMING A MEMBER OF WISCONSIN
PUBLIC TELEVISION.
ANOTHER OF COURSE ARE OUR THANK
YOU GIFTS.
FOR A $6 A MONTH DONATION, WE
WILL SEND YOU A COPY OF THE DVD
"NEVER CURSE THE RAIN."
FOR A $10 A MONTH DONATION, WE
WILL SEND YOU A COPY OF THE DVD
AND THE BOOK.
FOR A $20 A MONTH DONATION WE
WILL SEND YOU ALL FOUR OF THE
JERRY APPS' DVDs, THE TWO
BOOKS AND THE WONDERFUL PRINT.
SO WE HAVE MANY WAYS TO THANK
YOU WHEN YOU BECOME A MEMBER OF
WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION.
BUT WE NEED YOU TO GO TO THOSE
PHONES NOW AND DIAL
1-800-236-3636.
>> JERRY'S WORK IS FAIRLY
SIMPLE.
I REMEMBER WHEN WE DID THE FIRST
SHOW, WHICH WE'RE GOING TO SEE
IN A COUPLE MINUTES, A FARM
STORY.
JERRY WAS LIKE WHO WOULD BE
INTERESTED IN THIS OLD GUY
TALKING FOR A WHOLE HOUR?
BUT WE KNEW.
WE HAD SEEN THAT AND WE HAD SEEN
JERRY SPEAK TO GROUPS OF PEOPLE
AND AS HE SHARED THE STORY,
THERE'S REALLY POWER IN THIS.
AND THE REASON WE'VE BEEN ABLE
TO NOW PRODUCE FOUR OF THESE
PROGRAMS IS BECAUSE OF YOUR
ENTHUSIASM AND YOUR SUPPORT.
SO WE WANT TO THANK YOU AND
ENCOURAGE YOU TO CONTINUE TO DO
THAT WITH YOUR PHONE CALL OR
GOING ONLINE AT wpt.org.
>> I THINK WE COULD ALL LISTEN
TO JERRY TALK FOR AN HOUR, AT
LEAST I COULD, JERRY.
I COULD LISTEN TO YOU TALK ALL
NIGHT.
TELL ME ABOUT THE POWER OF
STORYTELLING.
WHY DO YOU DO THIS?
>> MY DAD WAS A FANTASTIC
STORYTELLER.
WE HAD NO ELECTRICITY,
TELEVISION, ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
WE GOT TOGETHER, WE TOLD
STORIES.
AND TODAY I TEACH STORYTELLING,
HOW TO WRITE IT, HOW TO DO IT
ORALLY.
I DO IT ON RADIO.
I DO IT ON TELEVISION.
BUT I WANT TO ENCOURAGE
EVERYBODY TO WRITE DOWN THEIR
STORY AND SHARE IT WITH YOUR
FAMILY.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET IT
PUBLISHED.
SHARE IT WITH YOUR FAMILY.
SHARE IT WITH YOUR GRANDKIDS.
IT'S A WAY OF TIME TYING GENERATIONS
TOGETHER.
IT'S HELPING THE GENERATIONS
UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF HISTORY
AND THE STORIES IS THE WAY TO DO
THAT.
>> AND IT HELPS CONNECT US WITH
OUR GRANDPARENTS OR CHILDREN.
IT'S WONDERFUL TO TELL STORIES.
>> PEOPLE LIKE STORIES.
MOST PEOPLE.
AND MAYBE IT'S THE WRONG KIND OF
AN EXAMPLE, BUT IN CHURCH WHEN
THE PASTOR STARTS TELLING A
STORY, EVERYBODY WAKES UP AND
PAYS ATTENTION.
STORIES ARE POWERFUL.
>> I LIKE GOSSIP, TOO.
WELL, IF YOU WANT TO HEAR MORE
OF JERRY'S STORIES, PLEASE CALL
IN TODAY AND HELP SUPPORT
WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION.
THE PHONE NUMBER AGAIN IS
1-800-236-3636.
>> WELL, IN JUST A MOMENT WE'RE
GOING BACK TO THE DOCUMENTARY
THAT REALLY STARTED IT ALL.
WE'RE GOING TO TAKE A LOOK AT
THE BEGINNING OF A FARM STORY.
THIS IS THE VERY FIRST
DOCUMENTARY THAT JERRY DID WITH
US HERE AT WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION.
AND IT TRULY IS AN ABSOLUTE
FAVORITE OF PEOPLE, NOT ONLY
AROUND THE STATE, BUT AROUND THE
COUNTRY AS WELL.
THE STORIES YOU'RE GOING TO HEAR
ARE VERY POWERFUL.
THEY RESONATE.
THEY'RE HUMOROUS.
THEY'RE EVERYTHING YOU'D EXPECT
FROM JERRY.
BEFORE WE GO, YOU STILL HAVE
PLENTY OF TIME TO BECOME A
MEMBER OF WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION.
WE HAVE SOME WONDERFUL THANK YOU
GIFTS, INCLUDING THE DVD OF
"NEVER CURSE THE RAIN."
THOSE CAN BE YOURS.
OUR VOLUNTEERS WILL FILL YOU IN
ON THAT.
BUT IN
? ?
I am one who believes that where we grew up
and when we grew up influences who we are today
in ways that go way beyond
in many instances, our knowledge of that factor.
How we see the world
how we see our relationship with other people
how we see the land and its importance
how we view nature.
All of those, for those of us who grew up on farms
at a time when I did
are a part of who we are today.
For a long time, I was not too pleased to share it
because I was enamored
by the "more cosmopolitan" people
that I knew who had grown up in the city
and knew the ways of the city.
Today, I'm as proud as proud can be
of having experienced what I experienced.
I wouldn't change it for anything.
Not that it was all wonderful, because it wasn't.
We never made a whole lot of money.
And all during the later years of the Depression
when I was a wee little one
things were tough, but we had work.
Too much work, in my estimation as kid.
But we had something to eat
and I always had a roof over my head
and a pair of bib overalls.
New ones, once a year or so.
What more would you want?
And friends.
And a chance to have some fun
and to go fishing, and to go for a walk.
What more is there that's important?
[various bird species chirping]
[wind blowing]
? ?
If you go back to the middle of the Great Depression
that's when I was born, in 1934
out here in Waushara County
which is in the central part of the state.
We had one of those terminal moraine farms
where the glacier stopped.
Oh, my gosh, it was stony.
It was sandy, and it was hilly.
As my dad said, in the spring
when we, every April, picked stones day after day
"If nothing else grows on this place
if nothing else ever comes up
we can depend on our crop of stones."
Our farm was 160 acres, quarter section
which was common in those days.
There were 80 acres
on each side of a country road.
A gravel, mostly dirt, country road.
Our farmhouse was a big house.
Many of the old farmhouses looked quite spacious
and they were.
We had no indoor plumbing.
We had no electricity.
That old house was the coldest place you could imagine
because it was not insulated.
People didn't know about insulation.
But I have fond memories of the place.
There were two doors into the house.
Everyone came in through the kitchen door.
There was a little porch around in the back.
There was also a front door, which led into the parlor.
We knew immediately, when someone came to the house
if they knew or did not know about country people.
If they were a sales person out of the city
they would stumble up toward the front door.
The front door wouldn't even open.
You could not get the front door open.
It was nailed shut.
Anybody who knew farmers
knew that you came around to the kitchen door on the porch
and you rapped on the kitchen door.
You were greeted by Fanny, our old farm dog
who would bark two or three times.
It'd scare the bajeebers out of these city salespeople
who didn't understand farm dogs either.
Because the farm dog
I suspected was a guard dog of some fashion
but this big collie dog was as friendly as could be.
She was mostly announcing someone's coming.
I actually remember my mother being so put out
with a salesperson who wouldn't get out of the car
because the dog was standing there barking.
She just let him sit there.
Kitchens on these old farmhouses were enormous.
They were huge, bigger than the dining room
larger than the parlor.
We never used the parlor.
The parlor was for the city relatives.
It's the kitchen where everything happened.
The big kitchen table
a wooden table with an oilcloth on it
and a kerosene lamp in the middle
that was the center of all activity on our farm.
My dad had his place at the head of the table
my mother on the opposite end of the table.
I have twin brothers.
They sat on one side, and I sat on the other.
We never varied.
We sat in those same places all the time.
It's like the cows in the barn
always stood in the same stall.
We had our stalls for breakfast, dinner and supper
all gathered around the kitchen table.
The kitchen table is where
all of the decisions about the farm were made, as well.
What sorts of seed should we buy for the garden this year?
How are the cows doing?
My mother kept all the records.
In the wintertime, that was a nice warm place.
There's the kitchen stove, the oven door was open.
My mother was always baking bread
and the smell of fresh bread
is something that I've never forgotten.
Now in the dining room, was our telephone.
We didn't have electricity, but we had a telephone.
It was a party line telephone.
It had a ringer-dinger on this side
and it had a listener on that side you held up
and a mouthpiece in the front.
When you spoke into it, you knew very well
that beyond the person that you were talking to
there were probably ten or 15 other people also listening in.
In addition to it being our connection to the outside world
it was our safety net.
In those days, there were no EMTs.
The fire truck would not leave the Village of Wild Rose
which was our nearest town, four and a half miles away.
So farmers were on their own.
If there was a fire, the wind blew over your barn
somebody was gored by a bull
or whatever action that might have happened
you got on the phone
and you rang what was called a general ring.
A general ring was ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
ding, ding, ding, like that.
When you heard that, you rushed to the phone
because you knew
one of your neighbors was in dire straits.
No matter what you were doing
and no matter how little you may have cared about that person
because farm people like are everybody else
they don't all get along
you rushed to that person's place.
You knew that person was in trouble
and needed your help.
[old-time phone ringing]
Our ring was a long and three shorts.
That's what differentiated people.
They knew when it was their ring that the phone was for them.
But everybody else went to the phone, as well.
One ring, in particular, three shorts, ding, ding, ding
whenever that came in, we knew
we knew, there was something important for us to hear.
If not important, at least juicy.
Because this family had a wonderful reputation.
When they first moved in
the farm had been vacant for a while.
Then we heard it had been purchased.
We all gathered at this house
and we all brought something to eat.
We all sat around the table.
We discovered that they had five boys
but we also discovered that these kids could cuss.
I mean, these kids were the best cussers.
They knew cuss words we'd never heard before.
I mean, they could string together cuss words
in such an eloquent fashion
that we couldn't help but just marvel.
My mother was sitting off to the side
being the good Christian woman that she was.
I could see she was not taking all this in too well.
In fact, she whispered to my dad, "We've got to go home.
This is not a good place to be."
By the way, when we were traveling home
my mother said, "I don't want you boys"
meaning my brothers and me
"I don't want you associating with those boys again."
My dad said, "Listen, Eleanor
they are going to associate with those boys.
We're going to associate with them
because they are our neighbors."
That's very important to remember.
As different as they were, as unusual as they were
and maybe as sort of raw and rough as they were
they were still our neighbors.
I had such a wonderful experience in sociology
as a kid, without ever realizing it.
Because in our community, we had Welsh families.
We had German families.
We had Bohemian families from Czechoslovakia.
Polish families.
And we had English people.
All of us assembled together.
We seldom talked about religion
because we had Methodists, we had Lutherans
we had Presbyterians, we had Catholics.
And we had a bunch of them
not belonging to anything, all working together
living together, farming together.
And to tell you the truth
having a wonderful time together, as you think about it.
It was just a fascinating time on the farm in those days.
I'm the oldest
so I'm expected to be out in the barn
at 5:30 in the morning helping with the milking.
We had two barn lanterns.
My dad had one and I had one.
I'd hang my barn lantern
on a nail in back of the cows on the north end of the barn.
In the south end of the barn
my dad hangs his lantern on a nail.
The cows are all lined up.
There's about 14 or 16 of them, all standing in stanchions.
I have my cows to milk and he has his cows to milk.
The barn on a winter day
is the warmest place on the farm.
Underneath a big, old Holstein cow
is by far the most comfortable place you could find
as strange as that sounds.
So I would crawl under this cow
put the milk pail between my knees
sit on a three-legged stool
and grab the spigots and start milking.
The cat comes by
and you squirt a little milk in the direction of the cat.
[laughs]
I'm tucked under this big, old Holstein
and she's looking around at me
and she's saying, "Good morning, Jerry."
I'm kind of half asleep, and I'm just getting warm.
I have the easy milking cows.
My dad has the tougher ones to do.
When they come into the barn they each knew
to come into their own stall.
There was Violet, Maisy, Dolores and Florence.
Every one had it's own name.
We got to know every one of them.
Our farm dog knew their personalities better than I did.
She dealt with each cow in a very particular way
and in a mysterious kind of way.
There was a communication between animal species
that we don't understand.
That was going on with Fanny talking to these cattle.
They had great respect for her.
[dog barking]
Farm life was a quiet time during those years
before electricity, and tractors
and all the rest of the noisy stuff that came along.
That's when I got to know my dad.
He might be on a cow right next to me.
He would sometimes ask how things were going
but not usually.
I would usually have to ask some question for him to answer.
Now my dad was a wonderful story teller.
Oh, my gosh.
He got as far as fifth grade in school.
In his generation, by the time you got big enough to work
it didn't matter how old you were
big enough to work, you worked.
But I learned something very important
from the fact that he had only a fifth-grade education.
Formal education
does not necessarily equate with being smart.
He knew how to fix most everything.
He knew how to take care of animals.
He had a wonderful way of figuring.
He could figure in his head faster than most people
could figure it with a calculator today.
He was very well liked by the neighbors.
He would help anybody with anything.
You look at his face
and you could tell by the satisfaction in his face
if you did something well.
But there was none of this "good job" stuff, and all that.
That was not-- we didn't do that.
In early March, when I would get up in the mornings
and go out the barn
now the days were somewhat longer already
I would look for the dripping of eaves
the first melt.
You get out to the barn and Pa might say something
like, "I can smell spring today."
And he was right, I could too.
He's getting anxious, because by the middle of March
he wants to get out in the fields.
There's work to be done.
There's plowing to do, with a team of horses
and a one-bottom, 16" walking plow.
How do you remember all that? Because I did it.
I talk to kids sometimes.
I talk about walking plows, they think the plow was walking.
The plow was not walking.
I was the one who was doing the walking
and the team was walking, Frank and Charlie were their names.
Plowing with a team of horses
requires about four or five eyes.
You've got to keep your eye on the team and the plow.
You've got to keep your eye on where you're headed
because you want to go in a straight line.
One of the things that you were prized for
was whether you could plow in a straight line.
You had a marker, maybe your handkerchief
was hanging on a tree a quarter mile away
and you see that and you're plowing towards that.
You got another eye looking for stones.
You'd hold on to the plow handles.
Whenever the plow would hit a stone
it would leap out of the ground.
You'd put it back in and go.
I mean, you're just beside yourself.
[sounds of farmer plowing with horse team]
I'll talk about my mother for a little bit.
She got as far as seventh grade in school
because, again, her folks said
"Well, it's time for you to find a job."
So she became a maid
when she was, I don't know, 13-years old.
My mother had two major projects
the garden and the chickens.
She ruled both with a heavy hand.
We were under her employ when those two things were involved.
We had probably 100-150 laying hens
white leghorns they were.
Every year we'd replace some.
The old chickens became stew in the fall.
We canned the chicken meat and all that kind of stuff.
But the new chicks we would order from a hatchery
some place in southern Wisconsin.
They would arrive at the train depot.
George was the depot agent.
He would call on the party line telephone.
"Herman, your chicks are here."
I remember going down with my dad to the depot
and here are stacks of chicks.
The boxes were about like that
and they were divided into little squares.
I suppose there were 6-8 little chicks in each corner.
They were peeping their hearts out.
I mean, it's just a wonderful sound
all these little chicks just a-peeping away.
We'd stack these little chicks in the back of the car
bring them home, take them in the house
and put them in back of the wood stove to warm them up.
Because this was usually in April and it was kind of chilly.
It was kind of fun.
The little chicks were just grand to watch them grow up.
When the chicks had grown up
then they found their way into the hen house
and the ones that my mother
had declared, obsolete is the wrong word
but they're not producing well anymore.
We'd pull them off the shelf
and we would have a chicken butchering day.
I tell you, one time the city cousins were out
when we were butchering chickens.
They could not handle
the fact that there would be as many as two or three chickens
running around without their heads on.
We, of course, took all this for granted.
We never bought a chicken in a grocery store that I remember.
Never did that.
It sounds terrible, gruesome, and all the rest of it
but it was a very natural progression
from the chick to the hen house
to the cellar shelf, and to our table.
>> WE JUST FINISHED WATCHING A
FARM STORY.
THAT WAS ONE OF YOUR FIRST OF
THE SERIES.
>> THAT WAS.
THAT WAS THE VERY FIRST ONE,
WHERE I -- WELL, I SIMPLY TOLD
STORIES ABOUT WHAT IT WAS LIKE
GROWING UP DURING THE DEPRESSION
WITHOUT ELECTRICITY, COOKING
WITH WOODSTOVES, HEATING THE
HOUSE WITH WOODSTOVES, MILKING
THE COWS BY HAND, ALL THE THINGS
WE TOOK FOR GRANTED.
>> I'VE HAD TO MILK COWS BY
HAND.
BOY, AM I THANKFUL FOR
ELECTRICITY NOW.
>> I TELL YOU, YOU GET STRONG
FINGERS.
THEY SERVED ME WELL WHEN I WAS
FIRST WORKING ON A MANUAL
TYPEWRITER.
>> IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU
MILKED COW.
WE COULD DO A LITTLE
ARM-WRESTLES.
>> I DO A LOT OF TYPING.
>> YOU AND RUTH HAVE BEEN
SUPPORTERS OF WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION FOR YEARS.
WHY IS IT IMPORTANT TO YOU?
>> WELL, IT'S ONE OF THE FEW
PLACES WHERE I GO AND MY WIFE
AND I BOTH GO TO SEE SOMETHING
THAT IS FACTUALLY-BASED, IT'S
WELL-RESEARCHED, IT'S
WELL-PRESENTED AND PEOPLE AREN'T
YELLING AT EACH OTHER.
I TELL YOU, THERE'S SO MUCH
YELLING GOING ON.
>> IF YOU SAW US
BEHIND-THE-SCENES AT THE FARM
TABLE.
>> SO THAT'S ONE OF THE REASONS
WE APPRECIATE IT.
IT'S SOMETHING THAT WE WATCH
EVERY AFTERNOON WITHOUT FAIL.
THAT'S WHEN THE TELEVISION COMES
ON.
>> WELL, WE KNOW THAT YOU WATCH
AND WE THANK YOU FOR WATCHING
AND NOW IS A GREAT TIME TO CALL
IN WITH YOUR SUPPORT.
THE PHONE NUMBER IS
1-800-236-3636.
>> THANKS.
WE HAVE HAD A FABULOUS EVENING
THIS EVENING.
WE'VE HAD WONDERFUL CALLS OF
SUPPORT FROM PEOPLE ALL ACROSS
THE STATE SAYING, YES, I LOVE
WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION AND
OF COURSE I WANT TO SEE MORE OF
JERRY APPS ON WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION.
WHEN THEY CALL IN AND BECOME A
MEMBER, WE'RE ABLE TO SEND SOME
THANK YOU GIFTS.
IF YOU BECOME A MEMBER WITH A $6
A MONTH DONATION, WE WILL SEND
YOU A COPY OF THE ORIGINAL STORY
THAT WE WATCHED THIS EVENING,
"NEVER CURSE THE RAIN," THE
LATEST INSTALLMENT OF THE JERRY
APPS' DOCUMENTARIES, A WONDERFUL
DOCUMENTARY, DEFINITELY
SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE GOING TO
WANT TO SEE AGAIN.
IF YOU BECOME A MEMBER AT A $10
A MONTH DONATION, WE WILL SND
YOU A COPY OF THE DVD AND THE
BOOK "NEVER CURSE THE RAIN."
THIS IS A NEWLY-PUBLISHED BOOK.
YOU CAN GO BACK.
THERE ARE STORIES WE COULDN'T
INCLUDE IN THE DOCUMENTARY, HEAR
JERRY'S JOYCE IN AJERRY'S VOICE IN A DIFFERENT WAY
BY HAVING THE BOOK AS WELL.
FOR $240 OR $20 A MONTH, THAT
INCLUDES FOUR DVDs.
IT STARTS WITH A FARM STORY,
ALSO HAS A FARM WINTER, THE LAND
AND NEVER CURSE THE RAIN, PLUS
THE BOOK NEVER CURSE THE RAIN
PLUS THE BOOK OLD FARM, A
COLLABORATION BETWEEN JERRY AND
HIS SON, OUTLINES THE HISTORY OF
HIS FARM AND TELLS YOU HOW YOU
CAN PRESERVE STORIES OF YOUR OWN
LAND.
IT INCLUDES A BEAUTIFUL PRINT
THAT FEATURES THREE WORKS FROM
JOHN ZIM AND IT'S SIGNED BY BOTH
JERRY AND THE ARTIST.
SO WE HAVE MANY WAYS TO THANK
YOU WHEN YOU JOIN AS A MEMBER.
BUT WE NEED YOU TO GO TO THOSE
PHONES NOW AND DIAL
1-800-236-3636.
>> THANK YOU FOR YOUR CALLS.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR PLEDGE.
THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING
WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION.
IT'S GREAT TO SEE THIS WONDERFUL
RESPONSE.
AND I ALSO WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE
FOLKS AT THE BEGINNING WHEN WE
HAD THE IDEA FOR THIS PROGRAM
CAME ONBOARD TO SUPPORT IT, TO
HELP BRING IT TO YOU AND TO
WISCONSIN.
THAT'S THE GRIFFIN FAMILY, GREG
AND CAROL, RON AND CARLEEN WYERS
FROM GREEN BAY, WHO HAVE
SUPPORTED OUR JERRY APPS'
PROGRAMS FOR MANY YEARS.
WE THANK THEM AGAIN.
OUR GREAT FRIENDS THE COTTRELLS
AND JOE AND CAROL GAINER.
THANKS FOR CALLING TONIGHT.
IT WAS GREAT TO HEAR THAT YOU
CALLED.
HOPEFULLY WE'LL SEE YOU SOON TO
THANK YOU IN PERSON.
BUT I WANT TO GIVE YOU A LITTLE
HOMEWORK, TOO.
IF YOU KNOW THOSE FOLKS, THEY'RE
IN YOUR COMMUNITY, YOU KNOW
THEY'RE GENEROUS AND SUPPORT A
LOT OF WORK IN OUR STATE, I HOPE
YOU'LL THANK THEM FOR THESE
WONDERFUL MEMORIES AND IMPORTANT
STORIES ABOUT WISCONSIN THAT
THEY HELPED TO BRING TO ALL OF
US.
SO THANK THEM.
THANK YOU FOR DOING YOUR
HOMEWORK.
AND THANK YOU FOR CALLING
1-800-236-3636.
>> JERRY, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE
AMAZING THINGS THAT YOU WRITE.
I'VE GOT A STACK OF YOUR BOOKS
AT HOME.
WHEN I'M READING THEM, IT'S LIKE
HAVING YOU RIGHT BESIDE ME AT
THE FIREPLACE.
>> WELL, THANK YOU FOR SAYING
THAT.
I APPRECIATE THAT A LOT.
>> I LOVE TO WATCH PROGRAMS THAT
REMIND ME OF MY PAST OF FARMING
AND GROWING UP AND REALLY ALL OF
YOUR SHOWS JUST TAKE ME RIGHT
BACK TO THE STORIES I WOULD HEAR
FROM MY GRANDPARENTS, STRUGGLES
FARMERS HAD TO HAVE.
>> WHAT'S UNCANNY, WHEN I WROTE
THESE STORIES, I REALLY WROTE
THEM FOR MY FAMILY.
I HAD NO IDEA THAT PEOPLE WOULD
BE INTERESTED IN OLD-FASHIONED
IDEAS ABOUT FARMING ALL AN
ACROSS THIS COUNTRY.
I AM JUST HUMBLED AND BLOWN AWAY
BY THAT INTEREST.
>> WELL, I'M JUST SO EXCITED
THAT I GET A CHANCE TO SEE YOU
EVERY NOW AND THEN AND VISIT
WITH YOU YOU BECAUSE I LOVE
HEARING YOUR STORIES.
>> THANK YOU.
>> SUPPORTING WISCONSIN PUBLIC
TELEVISION IS SO IMPORTANT RIGHT
NOW.
IT'S A WAY TO VOTE ALMOST AND
SAY WE WANT TO KEEP PROGRAMS
LIKE WISCONSIN PUBLIC TELEVISION
ON THE AIR.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOU
WHO CALLED IN TODAY AND FOR THE
PAST WEEK.
IT'S AMAZINGthe 1940s,
Back in the 1940s,
we always hired a man to work with us during the summer.
And this particular year the fellow,
he must have been 18, 19 years old,
he came driving into the yard with a Model T Ford touring car.
Today, we'd call it a convertible.
And as the summer went on
and it got hot in July
and we were in the midst of haying season,
Henry would say,
"How'd you guys like to go swimming?"
And we all piled in and went chugging down the dirt road.
And Hank said,
"Well, why don't I just back my car right into the lake?"
And we begin leaping off the back.
I mean, it was fantastically fun.
And then, as the sun began setting and Hank said,
"Well, we probably ought to be getting on home,"
my brothers and I got behind it,
and we pushed it out of the lake
and we went chug-chugging home,
crawled into bed,
and 5:30 the next morning,
it all started over again.
- Jerry Apps: Never Curse the Rain
was funded in part by:
Greg and Carol Griffin,
Ron and Colleen Weyers,
Stanley J. Cottrill Fund,
Joel and Carol Gainer,
Wisconsin History Fund,
with support from
the National Endowment for the Humanities,
and Friends of Wisconsin Public Television.