Not the stalks, not the cobs, not the ears - just kernels! Bushels and bushels of golden corn, burning in the basement stove. Yeah, I know, what a waste. Corn was down to a dollar or two a bushel at the time.
It was a special corn-burning stove, as I recall. Or not a wood-only stove, that is.
Yes, some of the bins swelled with all the molding grain and split apart at the seams. I like to say "exploded" but it wasn't quite that dramatic. Just splitting at the seams, with grain spilling out.
I'm biting my tongue, so as not to publicly ridicule my dad, the one who called me "You idiot" from infancy, but did more idiotic things in his adult years than I had done... oh the list of colossal mistakes! Like that time he bought silver, the real metal, and buried it, and now even with a metal detector we cannot find it.... some stuff is just too painful, too set-your-teeth-on-edge stupid, to write about.
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I should do a new freewrite about these things! Or just a post, for homesteading.

Runs 24/7 ....? Only if my mom kept feeding it, way back when: