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Originally Posted by wdfifteen
In the spring when I was ten I was plowing about a fourth of our acreage with our NEW 1958 John Deere 520 and 3 bottom mounted plow and I thought I was hot stuff. I would get up before dawn and plow while dad did the milking. When the milking was done he would come to the field with a 5 gallon can of gas and fill the tractor and I'd go to the house to get ready for school. After school I'd plow with the 520 while he did chores and the evening milking. We had a John Deere 50 and a two bottom Massey Harris trailer plow that I got demoted to after he finished milking. Plowing the fields with may dad in those hours before dark is one of my favorite memories. We had been up working since before dawn, the exhaust stacks would glow dark red as it got dark. All I could see of dad's tractor was the dim headlights and the glowing stack. I felt good - we were working long hard hours, the tractors were working long hard hours ... I don't know, maybe you had to be there.
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You must have been a great son to your father and no doubt if you had children they would have great work ethic too. I also worked on a farm when I first came to Canada. Best days of my life but I was also a lot older than 10 on the farm. Nice write up
