[AT] The last question I had on my list for December.

[Gene Waugh]

Where most of my baling experience was done, the terrain was flat enough 
to pull a wagon directly behind the baler---but one of the highlights of 
my youth was baling for a cousin's grandfather---hilly part of the 
county, too small to bother with a wagon behind the baler.  We picked up 
the bales with a team of horses pulling the wagon---what a treat!!!

He (the grandfather) was a widower; when his wife died, he just reverted 
to the old ways.  This was the only time that I was actually in a field 
working with horses.

I do remember, as a little kid, a draft horse or two at my grandfather's 
farm, but they were no longer working.  The first tractor on this farm 
was an unstyled JD G---1937, IIRC.  DAMN, I wish I had that tractor!  
Farmer's theme is 'what we enjoyed the most'; "I became a MAN" on that 
G; I  still remember the day I first managed to spin that freakin 
flywheel enough---closed the compression petcock on one side, 
jumped/crawled underneath and closed the other!  THAT was the day!!!

Gene---  these memories are wonderful!

David Myers wrote:
> Gene, even though it does not come under the absolute definition of tractor operation,  I can TOTALLY understand what you felt.  Humping bales that were as large as me (I was kinda small), the constant thumping of the baler, that fantastic new-mown hay smell, wow!  I lived for the chance to go help make hay.
> David
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> --- On Thu, 12/31/09, Gene Waugh <GWaugh at wowway.com> wrote:
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>  BUT...OMG, 
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>> how I remember stacking hay in the top of the barn in
>> midwest summer 
>> heat and humidity!!!!!  Most people CANNOT comprehend
>> what a treat it 
>> was for me to be on the wagon behind the baler, stacking
>> bales.  But it 
>> was a TREAT!!  
>>     
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