I can remember when my dad finally started having our hay made into round bales. We still had some square bales made, but it was not near what we did in the past. Thank God for round bales!
I can remember hauling hay during the summer. We got 3 buck for a days work throwing 40 pound bales on the back of the wagon. I always wanted to the one on the wagon stacking until the stack got too high and then I would swap with someone on the ground. Still a lot of hard work!
Same thing my daddy always said, "When I hear someone talking about the good old days, that's someone who never lived in those days." Then he would say, "Hey, these are the good old days."
I just started reading a book given to my son by an old man (the child on the book cover far right) he is friend with from the church he goes to. It tells of his families harrowing survival during the Nazi invasion, and occupation of Belgium.
My first reaction was, my gosh this generation of people was much tougher that we are today, and I think that they were more acquainted with hardship is true, but I also see it as in the case of this families survival, the mother just doing what she could do to make it though and keep he kids alive.
Sometimes I would see my dad struggling to resolve problem, and when that problem invariably got fixed, I would ask him how was able to resolve that problem. He would always reply, "That was the only thing left to do." He would say, "You'd be surprised with what you can do when you have to" My dad was a true thinker, the smartest, most respected man I will ever know. So many time I would come up against something I was trying to figure out, and he would look at me and say, "Think boy, think." The other thing I usually heard the most was "Get out of my light" when I'd be watching him do some, and be blocking the light.
I had an old man tell me when I was just a teen that all the talk about the "good ole days" meant to him was he was glad they were GONE! KEK
I can remember when my dad finally started having our hay made into round bales. We still had some square bales made, but it was not near what we did in the past. Thank God for round bales!
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I can remember hauling hay during the summer. We got 3 buck for a days work throwing 40 pound bales on the back of the wagon. I always wanted to the one on the wagon stacking until the stack got too high and then I would swap with someone on the ground. Still a lot of hard work!
I was too small to toss from the ground until I was 13, I was a stacker and driver until then.
Same thing my daddy always said, "When I hear someone talking about the good old days, that's someone who never lived in those days." Then he would say, "Hey, these are the good old days."
I just started reading a book given to my son by an old man (the child on the book cover far right) he is friend with from the church he goes to. It tells of his families harrowing survival during the Nazi invasion, and occupation of Belgium.
My first reaction was, my gosh this generation of people was much tougher that we are today, and I think that they were more acquainted with hardship is true, but I also see it as in the case of this families survival, the mother just doing what she could do to make it though and keep he kids alive.
Sometimes I would see my dad struggling to resolve problem, and when that problem invariably got fixed, I would ask him how was able to resolve that problem. He would always reply, "That was the only thing left to do." He would say, "You'd be surprised with what you can do when you have to" My dad was a true thinker, the smartest, most respected man I will ever know. So many time I would come up against something I was trying to figure out, and he would look at me and say, "Think boy, think." The other thing I usually heard the most was "Get out of my light" when I'd be watching him do some, and be blocking the light.
Your dad said it was the only thing left to do. Lol. I know the feeling there.