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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
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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 In the basements Of houses. Thirty tons of coal heaved in one day was probably as much as I ever handled when I became older. But I paid a price. I worked too hard, and became too tired. The neirt day I felt dopeyj my oldest brother asked me If I had worked too hard the day before. When I said I supposed so, he sympathetically said there was no need to work that hard. I felt richly rewarded. The fact that he had NOTICED my tonnage, commented on my weariness, and, in this way, acknowledged that I might become a passable worker Has as satisfying as the magic words of praise He sometimes remember for a lifetime.2 Working in the hay-fields could sometimes be fun. I remember how much fun I had one day when I had been left alone in one of father's meadows to rake windrows into hay-cocks,3 The recently-cut wild hay, with patches of timothy and blue-grass here and there, snelled sweet are! fresh. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, there may have been a. few fleecy clouds; blackbirds, crows, and nagpies kepi me company- far enough away from me to consider themselves safe from any kind of attack. The blackbirds may have sung a few sveet melodies, with trills and flourishes, and meadov larks told me, perhaps, in what is still, to me, the most appealing of all singing commercials, that I would sleep that night In "a pretty little town." At least, let us suppose that those were the idyllic conditions on that fine summer afternoon, for they would have made the day perfect. The hay had been Bowed and raked into windrows to "Vjure." It was my job to rake it Into cocks for loading with pitchforks onto hayracks. (done that day, I decided to have soae fun by making an immense cock, enough to provide more than half-a-load of hay. A full load usually weighed about a ton. The rake used then was a self-dump rake, with a row of curved tines between two wheels that were five feet in diameter and nine feet apart.^ It had a driver's seat on top. The horses were ^On April 9, 1981, I noted that the ancient coal-storage sheds used by my father and another coal dealer are still standing alongside the short railroad spur tracks. These sheds always contained a. supply of coal to fill orders at any tine of the year. 3when I read this paper to my wife, she didn't know that a hay-cock is a small pile of hay. ^A nine-foot rake could pick up two swaths of hay, each one i four-and-a-half feet wide-the width of the cutter-bar on a mower. These are same of the exact bits of information provided to me by Reuel Christensen. Hy thanks to him. -19-
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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 324273
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc/324273