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<blockquote data-quote="flaboy-" data-source="post: 331382" data-attributes="member: 3688"><p>Another hay recollection. Grandpa and dad cut hay on shares for the Von Bulow ranch. My brother, mom, and myself were the slave labor. Square balers, old run down tractors and equipment, hot burning sun, equipment breaking, going home at 9-10-11PM, eating cereal for dinner, getting up the next morning and going to school, coming home after school for an hour, going out and doing it again and again. Yeah, I remember my earliest memory was driving a 2 ton flat bed that I couldn't reach the pedals on. My dad would get it going and I would steer it while they stacked the hay on it. I remember falling off the top of hay trucks and wagons. I remember my dad yelling at me for not handling the bales properly or dropping them on their sides rather than flat. I remember him teaching me how to stack hay on the trailer or truck. I remember him showing me how to us all of my body to lift hay instead of just my arms.</p><p></p><p>I remember being so tired, so hot, so mad, so embarrassed, so hurt, and so stupid. Yeah, I remember those good times.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="flaboy-, post: 331382, member: 3688"] Another hay recollection. Grandpa and dad cut hay on shares for the Von Bulow ranch. My brother, mom, and myself were the slave labor. Square balers, old run down tractors and equipment, hot burning sun, equipment breaking, going home at 9-10-11PM, eating cereal for dinner, getting up the next morning and going to school, coming home after school for an hour, going out and doing it again and again. Yeah, I remember my earliest memory was driving a 2 ton flat bed that I couldn't reach the pedals on. My dad would get it going and I would steer it while they stacked the hay on it. I remember falling off the top of hay trucks and wagons. I remember my dad yelling at me for not handling the bales properly or dropping them on their sides rather than flat. I remember him teaching me how to stack hay on the trailer or truck. I remember him showing me how to us all of my body to lift hay instead of just my arms. I remember being so tired, so hot, so mad, so embarrassed, so hurt, and so stupid. Yeah, I remember those good times. [/QUOTE]
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