I remember in the mid 70s we has a big wind storm and the flax swaths rolled all over the field. We had a 510 Massey my brother and I had to run ahead of the 510 and hand feed the swaths into it so it wouldn't plug for dad.
Scratched up hands and faces, and noses and eyes full of dust. What we had to do growing up on a mixed family farm just to make ends meet.
Still look back on those simpler days fondly for some reason.
Scratched up hands and faces, and noses and eyes full of dust. What we had to do growing up on a mixed family farm just to make ends meet.
Still look back on those simpler days fondly for some reason.
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