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Originally Posted by NoBozo
Back in the fifties I remember "Haying" in northern New Jersey as a "youngster". We walked alongside a haywagon and tossed the hay..pitch-forkfull at a time on to the horse drawn wagon. It was Hot and the chafe fell down all over us. We were itchy..and dirty..and couldn't wait till we could dive into the pond after the work was done.  NB |
I worked on a small farm from 9 years old til 16. I remember all those things, plus the trip to the hard cider barrel after we put each load in the hay mow.