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Farmer's Son, The Agony and the Ecstasy

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1981
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324356
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc

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Title Farmer's Son, The Agony and the Ecstasy
Description FJUiMER'S SON, THE AGOWY AND THE ECSTASY Halbert S. Greaves 1901+ Herbert Avenue Salt Lake City, Utah 8*108 .... -* ,.r Professional Division First Place Personal Recollection Hy father was an enterprising nan. During his life of sore than sixty years he tackled a wide range of vocations to support a large family. Farming was one. Host fara equipment used in 1923, when I was fifteen, is obsolete now. I shall discuss twoi the Jackson-fork* and the self-dump rake. I shall *&* some memories of the coal-delivery wagon. My father was also a coal dealer. The Jackson-fork was associated with one of my most detested jobs, alfalfa stacker in a bam almost entirely closed in. Getting the alfalfa into the barn was a three-man, one-horse chore (sometimes two horses). The man-Jobs were assigned by age; the oldest of the three brothers still living at hose operated the Jackson-fork, The fork, with its four long, curved tines, had to be manipulated by hand to an exact spot on the load of alfalfa where it would be forced down into the hay to get the maximum load and to keep the load-level even. The second-oldest brother drove the horse that pulled the cable attached to the fork so it would ascend by a system of pulleys to the track along which it would be pulled Into the barn and dumped where it was to be stacked. As the youngest son, my job was to keep the hay evenly spread out. The barn became hotter and hotter as the stack rose higher, and the alfalfa dust became more dense in the narrower spaces under the sloping roof. I was allergic to the dustj my eyes and nose would "water," my mouth become drier and drier; my body, the roof of my mouth, aiid the palms of my hand would itch more and more. It was hard worit, and I had to work fast, for my oldest brother worked fast, hoping, I suppose, to get each load into the barn In time to get a drink of water and sit in the shade before the next load arrived from the field. The hotter the barn became, the aore I would sweat. The combination of dust, sweat, itching, aM hay-fever produced a level of misery I have not often experienced. It was a fine day when I graduated to driving the team, and a great one. when I became old enough to handle the Jackson-fork. 1 I am aware that the Jackson-fork is still used on sone Sanpete farms for stacking baled hay. An interview with Reuel E. Christensen, April 1951, provided this information. -17-
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Identifier 032_Farmer's Son, The Agony and the Ecstasy.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324271
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc/324271