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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
Type Image
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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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 The Jackson-fork was also used to unload wild hay in the meadow-lands J but instead of being suspended from a track, it was suspended from the long arms of derricks. My favorite was the crane derrick 'because it was graceful and picturesque and swivelled smoothly. No doubt it was so-named because its swinging arm pointed upward cautiously. The derricks with arms suspended by a chain looped around the upright-pole and those with the arm suspended under a cross-bar looked gawky to mei Unloading wild hay with Jackson-forks swinging the hay over and above the haystacks was more picturesque and pleasant than unloading lucerne into a barn. The hay was fresh and fragrant in the open air; it Has not as lusty as alfalfa, and it required considerable skill for a man to build a stack that contained 20-25 tons of hay, without a barn to hold its sidee in place. I note, as X take nostalgic drives south and west of town, that some old-fashioned crane derricks are still standing proud and graceful, colorful landmarks to remind us of many decades of "putting up hay." I hope they continue to stand for many decades more. But I suppose that eventually they will disappear, just as the one-time great and beautiful sentinels of Sanpete, the Lombardy poplar trees, have almost disappeared. Delivering coal produced misery almost equal to that of stacking alfalfa, althought it was a different kind of misery. The heat and sweat were the sane, for the steel railroad cars that brought the coal to town drew the sun's heat like a magnet draws injn filings; and we had to load the coal from the cars onto our steel-lined coal wagon. The sides of the cars aust have been at least five feet high, so this required bending, lifting, and heaving the heavy scoop-shovel full of coal up and over those sides. But the coal dust didn't make my body itch and my eyes and nose water as the alfalfa dust did. It made me black and grimy and my spit black, when I was able to spit. Ve had a saying that is still used under certain conditions: "My mouth's so dry I could spit cotton," The heavy coal made my arms and back ache. Some of it came in big lumps which could be loaded and unloaded with gloved hands; some Has fist-size "nut" coal which we shovelled by scoop shovel; and some was "pea" coal and "slack," smaller than a fist and some of it smaller than marbles. Much of it was a mix of chunks larger than "nut" but smaller than the big lumps. During the summer of 1?23 I was told that I could have my own team and wagon. I was so pleased and proud that one day I decided to work hard enough to equal the output of my older brothers. {I still suspected that they weren't sure I was going to become a good worker). I worked hard and fast, and I did equal the usual output of my brothers. I loaded fifteen tons, delivered them to various places around town, and unloaded the coal into sheds or coal rooms .-18-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324272
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc/324272