My first paid day of work (50 cents) was baling hay for the day on my god father's farm.
I have some great memories of working and playing on the farm, and I still love the smell of “fresh country air”, when the manure spreader hits the field in springtime!
“...when the manure spreader hits the field in springtime!”
Reminds me of the old wooden mule drawn manure spreader we used. Even though it was at least fifty years old we pulled it out of the shed when fertixzler prices shot up and prices fell during the seventies.(Thanks alot, Carter) Only we hitched it to the Massey Ferguson tractor and even in first gear and low, it literally shot the sh%t everywhere. We had to use a broom to sweep it off Pop’s back, the tractor, everything. He had to strip off before Mom would allow him anywhere near the house. Funny now but he didn’t see the humor in it then. We had a reduction gear placed on it and never had that problem again.