Peer (Petrus) Smulders was born shortly after the First World War,
and never moved from the family farm since. He grew up in a family with four
sisters; one became a sister in a monastery in Schijndel, with which she became
the pride of the Catholic family.
There was also an older brother, but he died as a toddler from
measles. Peer thus grew up as the only son on the farm. His parents were strict,
and he was obedient. Before he cycled to school, little Peer had been plowing the
land for two hours. They kept cows, some horses, and they grew some corn.
Peer soon knew no better than that he would run this family
business for the rest of his life. "If I can no longer care for my cows, I
do not have to be here anymore," he said. His parents both died in their eighties,
but that was already in 1955 in 1956, more than sixty years ago. Pear was left
alone on the farm.
Time stood still since then. For him no large-scale farming,
milking robots, or other modernities. Smulders continued to care for his red/white
cows in 2017, just as he did in the fifties. He fed them with a prong to eat
silage, cleared their manure with a big shovel, and drove the manure to the heap
with a wheelbarrow.
Peer was a content, old-fashioned man. He cared for his
cattle, read the local weekly newspaper and crept close to the wood stove in
the evening. In that life there was no place for a woman, even though he would
have liked to meet 'the real one'. Then they could have had sons together, to
take over the farm.
Peer Smulders was born on May 19, 1920 in Maliskamp (Netherlands) and he died
on July 8, 2017 in Maliskamp.
A very good story of a very good life.
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