When I was fifteen I started working in the hay fields for $0.50 per hour for my uncle. It was difficult learning, but the eating was always good. I would take hay bales directly from the baler and stack it on a wagon. After the wagons were full we would stack it either in the feeders inside the barn for the cattle, or in a roofed shed to protect the hay for the winter. There was limited air moving in the barn inside the automatic feeders, which went all the way to the barn ceiling and we would fill both as full as possible. Which would probably last several months feeding the cattle. It was always conducive to a good nights sleep after a hot, humid day of work that may last as long as 9 PM.
My fondest memories was my brother in law taking me fishing. I was very young and was a lot of trouble but he took me every time he went. He has Alzheimer's disease now. He doesn't remember
anymore, but I do. I always will.
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