OMG, I worked on my uncle's farm during the summers when I was high school. It was in North Dakota near the Canadian border. The sun doesn't set until 10:00pm in the summer so I worked from 7:00am to 10:00pm, 6 days a week. Sundays were a day of rest and church. I don't remember crying for a single minute. The best part of my summers was watching Johnny Carson while eating supper at 10:30pm. Best years of my life.
I hear you. I started working when I was 13. I went to school, went to sports practice, and went to work. I was thankful for the money. For 3 years I worked 3 farms. Haying time was always a negotiation on who got me when. The first bails were about 75 lbs, the second were about 60 lbs and the last were about 45 lbs, but felt like almost nothing. And he had a bailer that shot them out. I would catch them and stack them in the wagon. The hard work helped my wrestling. But I was glad when I got my drivers license so I could work at the book store.
This reminds me of my football years in highschool. When the farming kids came to town I knew it was gonna be a long game. Guys had full man beards at 14-15 and strong as hell. I felt that game a full week after.
I didn't do any work as demanding as the above, but I started babysitting at age eleven, got my working papers at fourteen, and worked at a big five and dime store, then at fifteen got a job at a local grocery store, where I worked until I graduated high school. Worked as a secretary until I got married.
A mirror image of me. Alfalfa bails were a bitch, grass hay no problem, straw bales felt like nothing in the fall. Got paid a dollar a day and felt extremely fortunate.
Montana was the same, building cabins instead of farming but going to bed in full daylight and waking up at 4 a.m. with the sun shining sucks. Then people tell me the world is flat. Go work in Alaska and tell me about how the world isn't a sphere orbiting the sun idiots. Mexico and Hawaii are awesome for this reason but I'm sticking to my Rockies middle point from the equator.
OMG, I worked on my uncle's farm during the summers when I was high school. It was in North Dakota near the Canadian border. The sun doesn't set until 10:00pm in the summer so I worked from 7:00am to 10:00pm, 6 days a week. Sundays were a day of rest and church. I don't remember crying for a single minute. The best part of my summers was watching Johnny Carson while eating supper at 10:30pm. Best years of my life.
I hear you. I started working when I was 13. I went to school, went to sports practice, and went to work. I was thankful for the money. For 3 years I worked 3 farms. Haying time was always a negotiation on who got me when. The first bails were about 75 lbs, the second were about 60 lbs and the last were about 45 lbs, but felt like almost nothing. And he had a bailer that shot them out. I would catch them and stack them in the wagon. The hard work helped my wrestling. But I was glad when I got my drivers license so I could work at the book store.
The good old days.
This reminds me of my football years in highschool. When the farming kids came to town I knew it was gonna be a long game. Guys had full man beards at 14-15 and strong as hell. I felt that game a full week after.
I didn't do any work as demanding as the above, but I started babysitting at age eleven, got my working papers at fourteen, and worked at a big five and dime store, then at fifteen got a job at a local grocery store, where I worked until I graduated high school. Worked as a secretary until I got married.
A mirror image of me. Alfalfa bails were a bitch, grass hay no problem, straw bales felt like nothing in the fall. Got paid a dollar a day and felt extremely fortunate.
Montana was the same, building cabins instead of farming but going to bed in full daylight and waking up at 4 a.m. with the sun shining sucks. Then people tell me the world is flat. Go work in Alaska and tell me about how the world isn't a sphere orbiting the sun idiots. Mexico and Hawaii are awesome for this reason but I'm sticking to my Rockies middle point from the equator.
❤️HERE’S JOHNNY