In 1955, R. J. McGinnis wrote a not-so-politically-correct essay titled, “A Farmer Takes a Wife.” Among other things, he wrote: “She should not mind the breeze from a trench silo, which wafts into the house, nor by the continuous parade of newborn pigs and lambs by the kitchen stove.”
“If she’s farm-reared,” McGinnis wrote, “she won’t be shocked by the little things that are always coming up, like finding a dead cat in the cistern or wheat chaff in the bed.”