In the sixties: Firewood, if you weren't lucky enough to have a coal furnace. In the early spring (Feb/March), cut and rick the wood. Plow, get tobacco beds ready, plant tobacco. Cut ricked wood to stove length and split. Fertilize, plow, and disc tobacco fields. Stack firewood in cords to season for NEXT year. Set tobacco plants. Plant corn and beans, plant garden. Clean farrowing pens, cull chicken flock. Dress out chickens for canning. Now it's just June.
This is how I grew up. Working. We also hunted as we had the time to put meat on the table too. One shot had better bring something for the pot or an asswhoopin was on its way. Punk ass kids today think they are owed everything they want. When the economy tanks, (think Euro collapse because of Greece) these oxygen thieves won't be able to find their way out of their neighborhoods because the GPS in their phone or car quit working.