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Growing up on a small farm, there was lots to do. Strawberries needed to be picked in late June and early July. Dad sold them to stores in town. As soon as that was finished, we started haying. We kept a small dairy herd so each summer a couple of thousand bales of hay went into the barns. Blueberries were next. In about 10 days in mid August it was not unusual to scoop around a ton. The money earned scooping blueberries bought my clothes for school.
After I got my driver's license, dad had me take on the job of delivering the strawberries to the stores, two trips per day.
Dad had retired at about that time, so in college years, I worked for a BIL on his farm, including the year off from studies. One good thing about that, working in the woods at -25°F made a really good case for returning to university and actually working.
Best
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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