I was driving back to the office from a meeting and saw these two hay wagons parked in a field. I had to do a cross over come back about a mile do another cross over and finally was able to take the shot.
It brought back a lot a memories of when I was a kid. I started working in the hay fields at the age of 13. I was bigger than most kids several years older and so usually got stuck with the hardest job. We got $1 an hour and it was not uncommon to come home with $10 – $15 a day over the summer, which was pretty good money back then.
We always had our favorite farmers to work for. That was usually based on how hard they worked us and how good a cook their wife was. My favorite of all time was Everett Robinson. He was a wonderful person who had a lot of hay work over the summer. He never tried to work us too hard and would always give us breaks. He would make us rotate going into the hay mound because it was the hardest and hottest job. Boy could his wife cook. If I knew Everett was bailing hay I’d turn down other farmers because I wanted to be available for him.
Yes we worked hard for that dollar but we always got a great meal from the farmer’s wife and if I worked 3 or 4 days a week I could have some pretty good spending money for comic books, candy, malts and cigarettes. Yes I was smoking at age 13. Not very proud of that now but I was up to a pack a day by the time I graduated from high school. In those days there were more kids that smoked than didn’t. At least it seemed that way. Selective vision probably. 🙂
Not too far up the road there was this old barn. I thought it was a neat old structure so I stopped again and shot some images. Then I wonder why I’m always behind trying to get things done. It’s because I stop so many times to take pictures. 🙂
That’s it for today. I hope you enjoy your Saturday and the rest of the weekend. Hope to get out and take some more pictures today if I can pull myself away from Diablo III. 🙂
Thanks for stopping by. Be careful.