MUCH OF THE TROUBLE that we had in the early days of the Farm Bureau could be laid to the refusal of our affiliated groups to take the risks and responsibilities of running cooperative enterprises along with the privileges. By way of illustrating what I mean let me tell you a little family story that took place during the first week of my marriage.
When I was organizing the milk plant in Brockton I was out all day and sometimes most of the night. I took off two weeks to get married and the moment Anne and I came home, I rushed right back into the business of trying to put the milk plant on its feet. Anne said she had had the feeling before our marriage that this was the kind of life she was going to live. She had thought that if she married a farmer she'd see him all the time, because farmers hardly ever leave home. But I turned out to be something only a little less mobile than an energetic gypsy. In the first week of our marriage we were settling ourselves in with what little new furniture we had at my grandmother's house. A problem arose over the placement of an antique secretary. I said it looked better on one side of the room and Anne thought it looked better on the other. The first thing we knew we were having an argument. I don't argue any more with Anne because, after all, we've been married almost forty-five years, but I didn't know any better in the first week of our marriage. Finally, in exasperation, Anne said, "Now, look here, young man, you're preaching cooperation