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Helping Dad on the Farm

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1994
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s63x84sr
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326218
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s63x84sr

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Title Helping Dad on the Farm
Description My brother Joe, who was four years older then I, helped Dad haul hay every summer. We climbed into the track and started off to the farm. Dad informed me that I would be driving the tractor this summer, while he and Joe loaded and unloaded the hay. Things were starting to look up! Driving! I thought, and I'm not 16. This might be fun after all. Reaching the farm about 8 a.m.. Dad gave me a quick course on how to drive a tractor. When in the field, 1 was to drive the wagon right next to the hay bales. Dad would then heave the heavy bales onto the wagon and Joe would stack them into three levels. We could get about 50 bales of hay on the wagon. After the wagon was loaded, dad would drive the wagon back to the feed yard where we would unload the stack of hay. My job, though boring, was important. 1 would drive the tractor forward and backward, forward and backward, for as many times as it would take to unload the wagon. The big derrick with the four-pronged Jackson pitchfork would be thrust into about four bales of hay. When I drove the tractor forward the pitchfork raised the hay up and swung the bales out over the stack. Just as the pitchfork was at the appropriate height above the stack, 1 would stop the tractor as my brother would trip the rope on the pitchfork to release the bales. Dad would then stack the hay in an orderly fashion. I would then back the tractor up, and the whole procedure would start again. Things were going well my first day on the farm except for the fact that I wore my swimming suit. I was kept very busy swatting deer flies and mosquitoes off my bare skin. 1 also considered, that I was now so covered with din, mat surely the sun's rays couldn't penetrate deep enough to accomplish a tan. The next morning I was clad in jeans and a long-sleeved shin. Although I never enjoyed getting out of bed early on those summer mornings to go to the farm, 1 did discover the joy of working closely with my dad and brother. As we drove along together in the truck, Dad would always point out the beauties in our surroundings. He would exclaim over the beauty of the mountains and lush green fields of lucerne or barley. He took pride in his feed yards stacked high with hay for the coming winter and his cattle that grazed in the neighboring fields. We always joked that Dad knew each of his cows personally by name or by some distinguishing mark. I remember how run it was to stand next to Daddy on the tractor as we rode swiftly down the road after a load of hay. We would be hot and sweaty and the cool air would tush through our hair and cool our skin. Dad always had a smile on his face, and I knew inside that be was pleased with 70
Format application/pdf
Identifier 082_Helping Dad on the Farm.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326102
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s63x84sr/326102