RFD-TV!

[Chomsky]

Yep, it's a play on the old "Rural Free Delivery" Postal system. But it is 'Rural Farm TV'! Just like it says, it's 'Farm TV'. All day. All night.

I came across it while channel browsing, and immediately fell in love with it!

I was 100% a city-boy as a kid, but spent several weeks, over several summers, on a Midwestern farm, and even some time on a Canadian farm! My grandfather farmed in Europe, and there were farm fields (& woods) just outside my city where we could go to 'farm stands' or hunt & fish. Half of our city lot was a large - by city standards - garden. Ditto for my numerous relatives, also in the neighborhood. We even ground our own meats into sausage using a hand-grinder! And of course, my grandfather often had some birds in the basement!

In the very early morning as a kid, before regular daily programming commenced, I would watch the farm report on the local over-air-broadcast local TV station, as I 'rolled' my newspapers for their early morning delivery. I watched for the detailed & near continuous weather report, which is a big-deal for a paper-boy!

So when I now stumbled upon Farm TV, it brought back many memories. It reminds me of those old locally produced early morning farm reports. There's a humble, non-pretentious, un-polished pragmaticism about the productions. They harken back to simpler times. Quite honestly, I find the programming refreshing, but suspect the novelty may wear-off. I hope not.

I'll leave you with the Wiki entry, along with what might be the seminal production of Paul Harvey, a guy we listened to everyday on A.M. radio - back in the day!

I was raised by a family of good men. Catholic men. Men of Faith. Men who farmed., and had the courage to leave Europe - families in tow - for America. They settled, with others of their culture, in the crowded urban ethnic neighborhood of their European heritage. They no longer farmed for a living, but the practical self-sufficient farmer never left them. Paul Harvey was one of their main guys. He & they spoke the same language, even as they barely could speak English. He proclaimed their values, now couched in their new American lives. Even if we often had to explain the English to them!

Every time I hear Paul Harvey, especially the production below, or when I see a farmer, I think of that now gone generation of my family's men.

Enjoy!

RFD-TV - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

 

[ASHES]

I'm a farmkid that wanted the city life. Compromised on the burbs.

 

[Chomsky]

I'm a farmkid that wanted the city life. Compromised on the burbs.

Interesting ASHES, I would not have guessed that.

But as a city-kid, I loved my excursions to the country! There was a sense of freedom & wonderment. Unfortunately, that waned a bit as I entered my teens, but I still enjoyed rural excursions through my early twenties. By then it was hunting, fishing, camping, and the ridiculous pursuit of attempting to land a Muskie - which I soon gave-up on!

The kids on the farm were former city kids, neighbors of ours, so we all could relate well out on the farm. The farm kids were happy to have the company, as I think they got a little lonely out there. I must admit I loved enjoying my teen years in the city. Wouldn't have it any other way!

 

[Chomsky]

I'm a farmkid that wanted the city life. Compromised on the burbs.

I've got to ask:

"What did you think of the Paul Harvey production?"

 

[ASHES]

Interesting ASHES, I would not have guessed that.

But as a city-kid, I loved my excursions to the country! There was a sense of freedom & wonderment.

I loved field trips to Vancouver and Seattle. So much visual variety and sound, and the scale of everything was immense.

Unfortunately, that waned a bit as I entered my teens, but I still enjoyed rural excursions through my early twenties. By then it was hunting, fishing, camping, and the ridiculous pursuit of attempting to land a Muskie - which I soon gave-up on!

I eagerly traded the tractor for the car and technology once I had the means. Still pine for fresh caught crab on the beach around a bonfire.

The kids on the farm were former city kids, neighbors of ours, so we all could relate well out on the farm. The farm kids were happy to have the company, as I think they got a little lonely out there. I must admit I loved enjoying my teen years in the city. Wouldn't have it any other way!

I found there were all types among the town kids and the country kids in our smallish school district. We all went to each others houses and divisions were more regional. Once I was an adult living in a city, people just seemed like people.

I've got to ask:

"What did you think of the Paul Harvey production?"

I was aware of its existence. My dad listened to it on an old radio, but I don't remember much about what he talked about, just my dad would always quote the taglines. It made him laugh.

 

[Fearandloathing]

Yep, it's a play on the old "Rural Free Delivery" Postal system. But it is 'Rural Farm TV'! Just like it says, it's 'Farm TV'. All day. All night.

I came across it while channel browsing, and immediately fell in love with it!

I was 100% a city-boy as a kid, but spent several weeks, over several summers, on a Midwestern farm, and even some time on a Canadian farm! My grandfather farmed in Europe, and there were farm fields (& woods) just outside my city where we could go to 'farm stands' or hunt & fish. Half of our city lot was a large - by city standards - garden. Ditto for my numerous relatives, also in the neighborhood. We even ground our own meats into sausage using a hand-grinder! And of course, my grandfather often had some birds in the basement!

In the very early morning as a kid, before regular daily programming commenced, I would watch the farm report on the local over-air-broadcast local TV station, as I 'rolled' my newspapers for their early morning delivery. I watched for the detailed & near continuous weather report, which is a big-deal for a paper-boy!

So when I now stumbled upon Farm TV, it brought back many memories. It reminds me of those old locally produced early morning farm reports. There's a humble, non-pretentious, un-polished pragmaticism about the productions. They harken back to simpler times. Quite honestly, I find the programming refreshing, but suspect the novelty may wear-off. I hope not.

I'll leave you with the Wiki entry, along with what might be the seminal production of Paul Harvey, a guy we listened to everyday on A.M. radio - back in the day!

I was raised by a family of good men. Catholic men. Men of Faith. Men who farmed., and had the courage to leave Europe - families in tow - for America. They settled, with others of their culture, in the crowded urban ethnic neighborhood of their European heritage. They no longer farmed for a living, but the practical self-sufficient farmer never left them. Paul Harvey was one of their main guys. He & they spoke the same language, even as they barely could speak English. He proclaimed their values, now couched in their new American lives. Even if we often had to explain the English to them!

Every time I hear Paul Harvey, especially the production below, or when I see a farmer, I think of that now gone generation of my family's men.

Enjoy!

RFD-TV - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

Paul Harvey brings back memories. As a former broadcaster and even against his politics Paul Harvey for me was the Ultimate Champion of Broadcasters. His timing was pitch perfect, he could get you holding your breath for his next word "just long enough".

He used to be on CBC Radio after hockey games in Toronto and as a kid I listened to him, amazed at his 'The Rest of the Story', where he revealed such things as how a clerk/secretary to the president became the "Lewis" of the "Lewis & Clark expedition.

I just wished that all this great knowledge would help me get better grades

 

[VySky]

Yep, it's a play on the old "Rural Free Delivery" Postal system. But it is 'Rural Farm TV'! Just like it says, it's 'Farm TV'. All day. All night.

I came across it while channel browsing, and immediately fell in love with it!

I was 100% a city-boy as a kid, but spent several weeks, over several summers, on a Midwestern farm, and even some time on a Canadian farm! My grandfather farmed in Europe, and there were farm fields (& woods) just outside my city where we could go to 'farm stands' or hunt & fish. Half of our city lot was a large - by city standards - garden. Ditto for my numerous relatives, also in the neighborhood. We even ground our own meats into sausage using a hand-grinder! And of course, my grandfather often had some birds in the basement!

In the very early morning as a kid, before regular daily programming commenced, I would watch the farm report on the local over-air-broadcast local TV station, as I 'rolled' my newspapers for their early morning delivery. I watched for the detailed & near continuous weather report, which is a big-deal for a paper-boy!

So when I now stumbled upon Farm TV, it brought back many memories. It reminds me of those old locally produced early morning farm reports. There's a humble, non-pretentious, un-polished pragmaticism about the productions. They harken back to simpler times. Quite honestly, I find the programming refreshing, but suspect the novelty may wear-off. I hope not.

I'll leave you with the Wiki entry, along with what might be the seminal production of Paul Harvey, a guy we listened to everyday on A.M. radio - back in the day!

I was raised by a family of good men. Catholic men. Men of Faith. Men who farmed., and had the courage to leave Europe - families in tow - for America. They settled, with others of their culture, in the crowded urban ethnic neighborhood of their European heritage. They no longer farmed for a living, but the practical self-sufficient farmer never left them. Paul Harvey was one of their main guys. He & they spoke the same language, even as they barely could speak English. He proclaimed their values, now couched in their new American lives. Even if we often had to explain the English to them!

Every time I hear Paul Harvey, especially the production below, or when I see a farmer, I think of that now gone generation of my family's men.

Enjoy!

RFD-TV - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

I know the guy….. well he did some work for me that does the old Hee Haw takeoff. Good stuff.

 

[Fearandloathing]

Yep, it's a play on the old "Rural Free Delivery" Postal system. But it is 'Rural Farm TV'! Just like it says, it's 'Farm TV'. All day. All night.

I came across it while channel browsing, and immediately fell in love with it!

I was 100% a city-boy as a kid, but spent several weeks, over several summers, on a Midwestern farm, and even some time on a Canadian farm! My grandfather farmed in Europe, and there were farm fields (& woods) just outside my city where we could go to 'farm stands' or hunt & fish. Half of our city lot was a large - by city standards - garden. Ditto for my numerous relatives, also in the neighborhood. We even ground our own meats into sausage using a hand-grinder! And of course, my grandfather often had some birds in the basement!

In the very early morning as a kid, before regular daily programming commenced, I would watch the farm report on the local over-air-broadcast local TV station, as I 'rolled' my newspapers for their early morning delivery. I watched for the detailed & near continuous weather report, which is a big-deal for a paper-boy!

So when I now stumbled upon Farm TV, it brought back many memories. It reminds me of those old locally produced early morning farm reports. There's a humble, non-pretentious, un-polished pragmaticism about the productions. They harken back to simpler times. Quite honestly, I find the programming refreshing, but suspect the novelty may wear-off. I hope not.

I'll leave you with the Wiki entry, along with what might be the seminal production of Paul Harvey, a guy we listened to everyday on A.M. radio - back in the day!

I was raised by a family of good men. Catholic men. Men of Faith. Men who farmed., and had the courage to leave Europe - families in tow - for America. They settled, with others of their culture, in the crowded urban ethnic neighborhood of their European heritage. They no longer farmed for a living, but the practical self-sufficient farmer never left them. Paul Harvey was one of their main guys. He & they spoke the same language, even as they barely could speak English. He proclaimed their values, now couched in their new American lives. Even if we often had to explain the English to them!

Every time I hear Paul Harvey, especially the production below, or when I see a farmer, I think of that now gone generation of my family's men.

Enjoy!

RFD-TV - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

I suppose I should be a farm person. I grew up (my 1st 7 years) on a mixed dairy/corn farm, was driving the Farmall (made in London,Ontario) at five.

I gravitated to the city for many reasons, mostl7 $$$$ as rural radio paid shit. Since "making it" I have lived in two mega multicultural cities and one semi-rural uni-culture city. I prosper in the big cities, initially I was drawn to the anonymity. Now, it's a matter of lifestyle. Although you wouldn't know it today with wild fire smoke blanketing the entire province, but Vancouver has always been in the top 5 'clean air' cities.

Best? I don't have to drive, or own a car. The city has been designed for pedestrians and without expressways we have one of the finest public transit systems in the world. I am a much better person for not driving; did it all my usually associated with work & I have had enough of driving for a lifetime

 

[bongsaway]

Interesting ASHES, I would not have guessed that.

But as a city-kid, I loved my excursions to the country! There was a sense of freedom & wonderment. Unfortunately, that waned a bit as I entered my teens, but I still enjoyed rural excursions through my early twenties. By then it was hunting, fishing, camping, and the ridiculous pursuit of attempting to land a Muskie - which I soon gave-up on!

The kids on the farm were former city kids, neighbors of ours, so we all could relate well out on the farm. The farm kids were happy to have the company, as I think they got a little lonely out there. I must admit I loved enjoying my teen years in the city. Wouldn't have it any other way!

I grew up in philadelphia, had to go a long way to fish for muskie and like you all I ever caught was a good buzz but it was nice to get out of the city.

 

[noonereal]

Yep, it's a play on the old "Rural Free Delivery" Postal system. But it is 'Rural Farm TV'! Just like it says, it's 'Farm TV'. All day. All night.

Wait a minute, I am confused. What is the name of the Network?

What platform can it be found on?

Is it a pay subscription?

 

[VySky]

Yep, it's a play on the old "Rural Free Delivery" Postal system. But it is 'Rural Farm TV'! Just like it says, it's 'Farm TV'. All day. All night.

I came across it while channel browsing, and immediately fell in love with it!

I was 100% a city-boy as a kid, but spent several weeks, over several summers, on a Midwestern farm, and even some time on a Canadian farm! My grandfather farmed in Europe, and there were farm fields (& woods) just outside my city where we could go to 'farm stands' or hunt & fish. Half of our city lot was a large - by city standards - garden. Ditto for my numerous relatives, also in the neighborhood. We even ground our own meats into sausage using a hand-grinder! And of course, my grandfather often had some birds in the basement!

In the very early morning as a kid, before regular daily programming commenced, I would watch the farm report on the local over-air-broadcast local TV station, as I 'rolled' my newspapers for their early morning delivery. I watched for the detailed & near continuous weather report, which is a big-deal for a paper-boy!

So when I now stumbled upon Farm TV, it brought back many memories. It reminds me of those old locally produced early morning farm reports. There's a humble, non-pretentious, un-polished pragmaticism about the productions. They harken back to simpler times. Quite honestly, I find the programming refreshing, but suspect the novelty may wear-off. I hope not.

I'll leave you with the Wiki entry, along with what might be the seminal production of Paul Harvey, a guy we listened to everyday on A.M. radio - back in the day!

I was raised by a family of good men. Catholic men. Men of Faith. Men who farmed., and had the courage to leave Europe - families in tow - for America. They settled, with others of their culture, in the crowded urban ethnic neighborhood of their European heritage. They no longer farmed for a living, but the practical self-sufficient farmer never left them. Paul Harvey was one of their main guys. He & they spoke the same language, even as they barely could speak English. He proclaimed their values, now couched in their new American lives. Even if we often had to explain the English to them!

Every time I hear Paul Harvey, especially the production below, or when I see a farmer, I think of that now gone generation of my family's men.

Enjoy!

RFD-TV - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

I haven’t heard that in years. Thx man…..

 

[Chomsky]

Paul Harvey brings back memories. As a former broadcaster and even against his politics Paul Harvey for me was the Ultimate Champion of Broadcasters. His timing was pitch perfect, he could get you holding your breath for his next word "just long enough".

He used to be on CBC Radio after hockey games in Toronto and as a kid I listened to him, amazed at his 'The Rest of the Story', where he revealed such things as how a clerk/secretary to the president became the "Lewis" of the "Lewis & Clark expedition.

I just wished that all this great knowledge would help me get better grades

Yep. Paul had a great sense of timing, a great sense of dynamics!

After viewing, "And God Made a Farmer" before posting, I found I subconsciously was emulating that short staccato phrasing he often does, followed by hard periods to emulate his dramatic 'pregnant pauses'!

If you didn't view the video here, why don't you do that? Even after all these years, I'm newly struck with how poignant it is.

Yeah, back-in-the-day our politics was so different than his! But the personal values he expressed were indeed the values of my family, and many of those values are still deep in me. That's why I never lost myself during that era, as many did. One can be politically liberal in their expectations of others & society, while still being conservative in many facets of their personal lives.

I'm sure I mentioned somewhere before, my head - intellectually - was with the upper-middle & upper-class suburban kids on the campuses. But, my heart was with the blue-collar working-class immigrant kids back in the neighborhood, who either signed-up or got their letters and went, in order to give-back what Eisenhower did for their families a generation hence.

And when I hear Paul, all those memories of those boys, and my family & its values, comes flooding back . . .

 

[Chomsky]

I know the guy….. well he did some work for me that does the old Hee Haw takeoff. Good stuff.

The, "Guy"?

Do you mean Paul Harvey? Or, one of the RFD-TV producers?

 

[Linc]

It’s #231 on DISH. Market Day Report from 9a - 2:00p

 

[Chomsky]

I loved field trips to Vancouver and Seattle. So much visual variety and sound, and the scale of everything was immense.


I eagerly traded the tractor for the car and technology once I had the means. Still pine for fresh caught crab on the beach around a bonfire.


I found there were all types among the town kids and the country kids in our smallish school district. We all went to each others houses and divisions were more regional. Once I was an adult living in a city, people just seemed like people.



I was aware of its existence. My dad listened to it on an old radio, but I don't remember much about what he talked about, just my dad would always quote the taglines. It made him laugh.

He always closed with,

"Paul Harvey . . . {long pregnant pause} . . . "GOOD DAY!"

His forte` was short, poignant, staccato sentences, with metered spaced timing after them. He had a way of dropping those short sentences in, followed by a hard stop and pregnant pause, that summed-up the previous longer sentence and allowed the thought to 'sink-in'.

His delivery & sense of timing was impeccable!

 

[Chomsky]

It’s #231 on DISH. Market Day Report from 9a - 2:00p

Thanks for your contribution, Linc.

It's on ATT & U-Verse, too!

Given the audience, I can definitely see why it's on dish!

 

[Chomsky]

I grew up in philadelphia, had to go a long way to fish for muskie and like you all I ever caught was a good buzz but it was nice to get out of the city.

Muskie are the biggest waste of time, ever! Totally! I quickly saw the light & dropped that worthless habit!

What the hell other freshwater fish, besides a Muskie, is going to bite on a lure over a foot long? Not even a Northern will touch it! It's insane! You just sit in the boat, waiting forever, with no action at all. Day-after-day, year after year. Guys spend not just years, but a lifetime trying to land a Muskie! Meanwhile, their buddy in the seat across from them is landing all kinds of other 'keepers'; and thank God for that - there will be dinner back in camp!

Yeah, I learned my lesson quickly, after coming back time-after-time with nothing but an empty cooler of bottle bass! One day I got tired of watching my fishing partner pull-out Crappie after Crappie, non-stop, while I sat there trolling with heavy tackle and huge lure that never got a nibble. So, I joined the darkside! The Crappie didn't put-up much of a fight, but were a blast on my buddy's light tackle, and were surprisingly good eating! I saw the light!

Obligatory fishing story:

As a teen, I once took my H.S. girlfriend camping & fishing with me & my buddies in the place that calls itself, "The Muskie Capital of the World". We were hard-core city kids, out for a romp in the country. She had never fished a day in her life. The small boat we leased came with a Muskie club, and I tossed the club into the boat as we were getting in.

She asked,

"What's that?"

I replied,

"It's a Muskie club."

She then quizzically inquired,

"What? What's it for?"

I said,

"To knock the fish out before we bring it into the boat; so we don't get hurt"

After seeing the dumbfounded expression on her face, I quickly tried to allay her developing fears:

"But don't worry, we've got a .22 - so we we can pop it in the head if we have to!"

Bad move!

That was it! She freaked out! She wouldn't get in the damn boat, and demanded to see how big the fish was going to be. So, one of my buddies suggested we go into the bar on the landing, to show her one of the mounted trophy fish. Bad idea #2! She saw the huge trophy fish, which to her looked about the size of a shark, gazed into its jaws (they mounted it with its jaws wide open!), and quickly pronounced she would not go out on the water with us! That was it. It was over. She was done! No fishing for her! She was staying in camp with the other girls!

Anyway, that's my fishing story & I'm sticking to it!

 

[Chomsky]

I haven’t heard that in years. Thx man…..

My pleasure, my friend!

It's an amazing piece of work, and let's us see how far we've strayed from those values . . .

 

[Fearandloathing]

Yep. Paul had a great sense of timing, a great sense of dynamics!

After viewing, "And God Made a Farmer" before posting, I found I subconsciously was emulating that short staccato phrasing he often does, followed by hard periods to emulate his dramatic 'pregnant pauses'!

If you didn't view the video here, why don't you do that? Even after all these years, I'm newly struck with how poignant it is.

Yeah, back-in-the-day our politics was so different than his! But the personal values he expressed were indeed the values of my family, and many of those values are still deep in me. That's why I never lost myself during that era, as many did. One can be politically liberal in their expectations of others & society, while still being conservative in many facets of their personal lives.

I'm sure I mentioned somewhere before, my head - intellectually - was with the upper-middle & upper-class suburban kids on the campuses. But, my heart was with the blue-collar working-class immigrant kids back in the neighborhood, who either signed-up or got their letters and went, in order to give-back what Eisenhower did for their families a generation hence.

And when I hear Paul, all those memories of those boys, and my family & its values, comes flooding back . . .

His "family values" is what made him popular in Canada. The first station I worked at ran his mid day commentary. It actually drew listeners. His values were the values of my 'nation', simple, rural folk whose main objective is a good life for one's children

As an Aside, that station was a 'starter' - they paid so little everyone there was either on their way up, their way down or drunk a lot. Harvey had this 'signature sign off', "Paul Harvey..........................................................Good day. He was about dead on in his timing 3.5 seconds - just enough to alert a DJ there was dead air and then the "good day" - always on an up note.

One day, as the newsroom taped the incoming segment earlier we taped it as per, then erased the "good day".
Our PM announcer was so stoned he waited over 20 seconds ( lifetime in broadcasting!), then, confused he played the national anthem - the sign off tape.

Nothing happened, no one said a word

 

[Chomsky]

His "family values" is what made him popular in Canada. The first station I worked at ran his mid day commentary. It actually drew listeners. His values were the values of my 'nation', simple, rural folk whose main objective is a good life for one's children

As an Aside, that station was a 'starter' - they paid so little everyone there was either on their way up, their way down or drunk a lot. Harvey had this 'signature sign off', "Paul Harvey..........................................................Good day. He was about dead on in his timing 3.5 seconds - just enough to alert a DJ there was dead air and then the "good day" - always on an up note.

One day, as the newsroom taped the incoming segment earlier we taped it as per, then erased the "good day".
Our PM announcer was so stoned he waited over 20 seconds ( lifetime in broadcasting!), then, confused he played the national anthem - the sign off tape.

Nothing happened, no one said a word

"Dead Air". That which is to be most feared! Ask me how I know!

Yeah, I lucked out & worked at a top-tier FM station during college. Not as a personality, but doing general go-fer stuff like phone-lines, running errands, maintaining equipment, etc. Then I lucked-out again, when I struck-up a friendship with both a top jock & the production guy. This led to me doing the creative direction & production of a promotional spot. It was a success, and I then switched to doing production.

But after two good breaks like that, the third break was bad - as the station was sold & the new corporation changed formats & cleaned house. I was still in school full-time, and got a more mainstream part-time job in my major. Was a fun year, though. Got to meet some interesting celebrities in the R & R world, and my buddy at the station that got me my job became a personal friend of Randy Bachman, so we would hang-out together when Randy was in town. He was surprisingly down-to-earth and grounded, given the era & milieu. And he had a great work ethic. My buddy was an Ultimate Frisbee player, and that's all he would want to do when in town. I was a guitarist and deeply into it, but he never wanted to talk shop - so I respected his privacy.

None of the celebrities we met ever wanted to talk shop. They always want to do something else. So that's what we did with them, and Randy's thing was Ultimate Frisbee.