When Nana was little my Pa was bed ridin for the few years that he lived that I remember, so I would sit on his bed in the den and listen to his stories.
He bought me my first pony when I was about 5 and taught me everything I would ever need to know about horses.

He was a crop farmer and had animals as well, cows, sheep, goats, chickens. The whole farm thing.

I remember one of the stories he told about his brother and planting corn. My Pa planted by the moon signs, only planted when the moon was right for particular crops. His brother, when he started farming thought that was just stupid bullshit.

So my Pa planted his corn those years by the moon and tried to get him to listen but he did not. He just planted it willy nilly what ever day he wanted.
After 2 yrs of my Pa having a great corn crop and his being an epic fail he finally started listening about when to plant.