Corn Evaluation in Walpole New Hampshire-Cheshire County New Hampshire, One for the money two for the not only will you learn about this here program by reading this blog post of mine, you will also be able to read a bit of other things to do with Corn. Please be my guest and pull up a chair to learn somethings that you might not know of the food that we call Corn.

In Walpole, New Hampshire the Cheshire County UNH Cooperative Extension will be holding a Mid-Season Corn Evaluation program which you'll be able to learn how to look for insects and weeds, by being able to identify both, sure will help you make better decisions on just how to manage the pests of Corn. They will also be covering how to measure your corn planting population.

Corn Evaluation in Walpole New Hampshire-Cheshire County New Hampshire, you'll also be able to learn methods for determining your corn's mid-season nitrogen needs. They are offering the folks that attend, two pesticide applicator credits. This mid-season evaluation program is being held on Tuesday the 5th of July 2011. The program will be held at 437 County Road in Walpole, New Hampshire, and will be held between the hours of 11:00 A.M. and 1:00 P.M.
For more information about the program, please call Carl M. at 603-352-4550

Its believed by a lot of scientist that folks that were living in Central Mexico actually developed corn at least 7000 years ago, and that the folks started corn from a wild grass which is called teosinte. Teosinte looked very much different from what folks call corn today. The kernels were small and they were not placed close together just like the kernels which you see on a husked ear of today's corn. Which was also known as maize Native Americans throughout North and South America, which eventually depended upon corn to make up much of their food.


Corn Evaluation in Walpole New Hampshire-Cheshire County New Hampshire, from Mexico spread North up to the Southwestern United States and South down the coast to Peru. About 1000 years ago, as Native Americans migrated North to the Eastern Woodlands of present day North America, they brought corn with them. When the first Europeans like Columbus made contact with Native Americans living in North and South America, corn was a mighty big part of the diet of most of the Native People. When Columbus discovered America he was shown corn, which up till that time, the folks living in Europe had no clue that there was such a thing as corn even in existences.
One of the many mighty fine Native American lore's of corn.
A long time ago giants lived on the earth, and they were so strong they were not afraid of anything. When they stopped giving smoke to the gods of the four directions, Nesaru looked down upon them and was angry. I made the giants too strong, Nesaru said. I will not keep them. They think that they are like me. I shall destroy them by covering the earth with water, but I will save the ordinary people. Nesaru sent the animals to lead the ordinary people into a cave so large that all the animals and people could live there together. Then he sealed up the cave and flooded the earth so that all the giants drowned. To remind himself that people were under the ground waiting to be released after the floodwaters were gone, Nesaru planted corn in the sky. As soon as the corn ripened, he took an ear from the field and turned it into a woman. She was the Mother-Corn.
You must go down to the earth, Nesaru told her, and then I want you to bring my people out from under the ground. Lead them to the place where the sun sets, for their home shall be in the west. Mother-Corn went down to the earth, and when she heard thunder in the east she followed the sound into the cave where the people were waiting. But the entrance closed behind her, and she could find no way to lead the people out upon the earth. We must leave this place, this darkness, she told them. There is light above the ground. Who will help me take my people out of the earth?
The Badger came forward and said: "Mother-Corn, I will help." The Mole also stood up and said, I will help the Badger dig through the ground, that we may see the light. And then the long-nosed Mouse came and said, I will help the other two.
The Badger began to dig upwards. After a while he fell back exhausted. Mother-Corn, I am very tired, he said. So then the Mole dug until he could dig no more. The long-nosed Mouse took the Mole's place, and when he became tired, the Badger began to dig again. The three took turns until at last the long nosed Mouse thrust his nose through the ground and could see a little light.
The Mouse went back and said, Mother-Corn, I ran my nose through the earth until I saw light, but the digging has made my nose small and pointed. After this all the people will know by my nose that it was I who dug through the earth first.
The Mole now went up to the hole and dug all the way through. The sun had come up from the east, and it was so bright it blinded the Mole. He ran back and said: "Mother-Corn, I have been blinded by the brightness of that sun. I cannot live upon the earth any more. I must make my home under the earth. From this time on all the Moles will be blind so they cannot see in the daylight, but they can see in the night. They shall stay under the ground in the daytime.
The Badger then went up and made the hole larger so the people could go through. When he crawled outside the Badger closed his eyes, but the rays of the sun struck him and blackened his legs and made a streak of black upon his face. He went back down and said, Mother-Corn, I have received these black marks upon me, and I wish that I might remain this way so that people will remember that I was one of those who helped to get your people out.
Very well, said Mother-Corn, let it be as you say.
She then led the way out, and the people rejoiced that they were now upon the open land. While they were standing there in the sunshine, Mother-Corn said: My people, we will now journey westward toward the place where the sun sets. Before we start, any who wish to remain here--such as the Badger, Mouse, or Mole-- may do so. Some of the animals decided to return to their burrows in the earth; others wanted to go with Mother-Corn.
Their journey was now begun. As they travelled, they could see a mountainous country rising up in front of them. They came to a deep canyon. The bluff was too steep for the people to get down, and if they should get down, the opposite side was too steep for them to climb. Mother-Corn asked for help, and a bluish-grey bird flew up, hovering on rapidly beating wings. It had a large bill, a bushy crest and a banded breast. The bird was the Kingfisher. Mother-Corn, it said, I will be the one to point out the way for you.
The Kingfisher flew to the other side of the canyon, and with its beak pecked repeatedly into the bank until the earth fell into the chasm. Then the bird flew back and pecked at the other bank until enough earth fell down to form a bridge. The people cried out their thanks. Those who wish to join me, said the Kingfisher, may remain here and we will make our homes in these cliffs. Some stayed, but most journeyed on.
After a while they came to another obstacle--a dark forest. The trees were so tall they seemed to reach the sun. They grew close together and were covered with thorns so that they formed an impenetrable thicket. Again Mother-Corn asked for help. This time an Owl came and stood before her, and said, I will make a pathway for your people through this forest. Any who wish to remain with me may do so, and we shall live in this forest forever. The Owl then flew up through the timber. As it waved its wings it moved the trees to one side, so that it left a pathway for the people to go through. Mother-Corn then led the people through the forest and they passed onward.
As they journeyed through the country, all at once they came to a big lake. The water was too deep and too wide to cross, and the people talked of turning back. But they could not do this, for Nesaru had ordered Mother-Corn to lead them always toward the west. A water bird with a black head and a checkered back came and stood in front of Mother-Corn, and said: "I am the Loon. I will make a pathway through this water. Let the people stop crying. I shall help them.
Mother-Corn looked at the Loon and said, Make a pathway for us, and some of the people will remain with you here." The Loon flew and jumped into the lake, moving so swiftly that it parted the waters, and when it came out on the other side of the lake it left a pathway behind. Mother-Corn led the people across to dry land, and some turned back and became Loons. The others journeyed on.
At last they came to a level place beside a river, and Mother- Corn told them to build a village there. Now you shall have my corn to plant, she said, so that you, by eating of it, will grow and also multiply. After they built a village and planted the corn, Mother-Corn returned to the Upper World.
The people, however, had no rules or laws to go by, no chiefs or medicine men to advise them, and soon they were spending all their time at playing games. The first game they played was shinny ball, in which they divided into sides and used curved sticks to knock a ball through the other's goal. Then they played at throwing lances through rings placed upon the ground. As time went on, the players who lost games grew so angry that they began killing those who had beaten them.
Nesaru was displeased by the behaviour of the people, and he and Mother-Corn came down to earth. He told them that they must have a chief and some medicine men to show them how to live. While Nesaru taught the people how to choose a chief through tests of bravery and wisdom, Mother-Corn taught them songs and ceremonies. After they had chosen a chief, Nesaru gave the man his own name, and then he taught the medicine men secrets of magic. He showed them how to make pipes for offering smoke to the gods of the four directions.
When all this was done, Nesaru went away toward the setting sun to prepare a place for new villages. Mother-Corn led the people in his tracks across plains and streams to this country where Nesaru had planted roots and herbs for the medicine men. There they built villages along a river that the white men later called the Republican River, in Kansas.
On the first day that they came to this country, Mother-Corn told them to offer smoke to the gods in the heavens and to all animal gods. While they were doing this, a Dog came running into the camp crying, and he accused Mother-Corn of doing wrong by going away and leaving him behind. I came from the Sun, he cried, and the Sun-god is so angry because I was left behind that he is sending the Whirlwind to scatter the people.
Mother-Corn called on the Dog to save the people by appeasing the Whirlwind. Only by giving up my freedom, the Dog replied, can I do this. No longer can I hunt alone like my brother the Wolf, or roam free like the Coyote. I shall always be dependent upon the people.
But when the Whirlwind came spinning and roaring across the land, the Dog stood between it and the people. I shall always remain with the people, he shouted to the Whirlwind. I shall be a guardian for all their belongings.
After the wind died away, Mother-Corn said: "The gods are jealous. If you forget to give smoke to them they will grow angry and send storms.
In the rich earth beside the river the people planted her corn, and then she said, I shall turn into a Cedar-Tree to remind you that I am Mother-Corn, who gave you your life. It was I, Mother- Corn, who brought you from the east. I must become a Cedar-Tree to be with you. On the right side of the tree will be placed a stone to remind you of Nesaru, who brought order and wisdom to the people.
Next morning a Cedar-Tree, full-grown, stood in front of the lodges of the people. Beside it was a large stone. The people knew that Mother-Corn and Nesaru would watch over them through all time, and would keep them together and give them long life.
Have a good one
Dale in New Hampshire
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12 Comments on Corn Evaluation in Walpole New Hampshire-Cheshire County New Hampshire
Dale.....Corn is one of my favorite foods.....I think I could eat it everyday. I hardly ever see the corncob pipes anymore.....Nice post and great info.....Thanks!
Hope you have a great week! ---Rob
Go Vols!
I love corn and you sure did pack a lot of interesting information into this post, Dale. I had an uncle who smoked a corncob pipe when I was a kid--haven't seen any since he passed on.
Dale- Very interesting and educational post. I just plucked a couple of pieces of corn from the back yard last night and grilled them. Fresh corn is amazingly sweet.
Howdy and afternoon to Rob, Toni, Steve
I sure do appreciate having y'all stop by, and having y'all sit to visit for a bit. Plus its sure my pleasure to read and write a reply back to the will written comment, that y'all have been so mighty kind to take the time to write and leave on this here blog post and my other blog posts here at my little ole New Hampshire blogging Homestead my friends
Rob, just like you I sure do enjoy Corn, whether if its on the cob or cut freshly off of the cob. Thank you mighty kindly! You sure are welcome!
Toni, so do I, Thank you mighty kindly! I have made many of my own corncob pipes, to smoked from.
Legend has it that back in 1869 that a farmer in my home State of Missouri, whittled a pipe out of a dried out corncob. Then he smoked his tobacco and sure did enjoyed the mighty nice smooth smoking experience that he had so much, that he asked a wood-working friend to turn stems for pipes on his lathe. Which that's also was the birth of the Missouri Meerschaum Company, which was the original and the sole surviving mass producing manufacturer of the corncob pipe.
Steve, Thank you mighty kindly! do fresh corn on the cob on the grill sure does help it to taste even sweeter.
Have a good one
Dale in New Hampshire
Dale,
When I was a kid we called that multi-variety indian corn. I think now they call it ornamental.
Dale, That was certainly an interesting read about corn. Great job informing your locals about the corn evaluation.
Dale: There isn't anything better then fresh corn jus picked from the field. Ceil likes to shuck it and put it immediately into some boiling water with a little sugar. She always looks for the smaller kernals, says they are more tender. Doesn't matter to me, I'll eat it any way. She sometimes cuts it from the cob and simmers with japaleno and red onion in a little butter.
Your story was so interesting, you sure did allot of research on this blog.
Howdy and evening to Steve, Carla, Carl and Ceil
I sure do appreciate having y'all stop by, and having y'all sit to visit for a spill. Plus its sure my pleasure to read and write a reply back to the will written comment, that y'all have been so mighty kind to take the time to write and leave on this here blog post and my other blog posts here at my little ole New Hampshire blogging Homestead my friends
Steve, you sure are right about both names. I still call them Indian Corn, and always will!
Carla, glad you found my blog post interesting, and enjoyed reading it. Thank you mighty kindly!
Carl and Ceil, you sure are mighty right that fresh corn pick from the field sure is mighty good. Back when I was a kid, I like going out into the corn field picking an ear of corn and eating it right there. I like to make corn pancakes. I also make a lot of Native American corn recipes. I sure do like sound of Ceil recipe dish.
Have a good one
Dale in New Hampshire
Dale once again you have not disappointed. I really could not imagine a better and more informative blog on corn. A fun read all the way through. BTW grilled corn is a favorite in my family...
Howdy and evening to Doug
I sure do appreciate having you stop by, and having you sit to visit for a bit. Plus its sure my pleasure to read and write a reply back to the will written comment, that you have been so mighty kind to take the time to write and leave on this here blog post and my other blog posts here at my little ole New Hampshire blogging Homestead my friend
Doug, Thank you mighty kindly! my lady and I also sure do like grilling corn on the cob here.
Have a good one
Dale in New Hampshire
Dale,
Coming from the State of Illinois, I can really appreciate this great story about corn. Growing up as a kid, my mother only served two types of vegetables, potatoes and corn OR corn and potatoes OR corn OR potatoes. But mostly, it was corn and potatoes.
As a mom, myself, when I lived in Northern Illinois, my kids played hide and seek in the corn fields. Do you know how hard it is to find your kids in the corn field? And of course, there were times when they were teenagers, that I thought they were children of the corn!
But at last, we all grew up and away from the corn stalks of Illinois. Rarely, do I ever eat corn today or even think about corn, until you wrote this unbelievable story about corn. I found it to be very interesting! If I was a mom of little kids, I'd be reading that story to them before bedtime. My kids loved my wacky stories - I used to make up lots of stories and they'd laugh and eventually fall asleep. Just for old times sake, I think, if it's okay with you, I'll share your story about the corn with them... just for old times sake, and of course I'll tell them, it's your story.
Thanks Dale for this great story. It's not corny at all, it's a GREAT story!
Howdy and a big welcome to each of you for being such mighty nice folks,that have been so kind to stop by to pay a visit, plus those that will be stoping to read this post and the other blog posts here at my blog.
Folks I sure do hope when you did take the time to stop by,that you found this blog post to be helpful and an enjoyable post to read.
Please do remember each of ya sure are always mighty welcome to come back to visit as often as ya would like to!
I sure do hope you have a good one folks,and I sure do want to say Thank You mighty kindly for coming by to sit and visit for a bit!
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