A reader shares memories of working on the farm during his childhood and teenage years.
I want to congratulate you on Robert Pripps’ article in the March 2018 issue of Farm Collector. I am 83 years old and was raised on a small farm in Lawrence County, Indiana. My dad farmed with horses. In 1946, he died at age 52 of complications from a ruptured appendix, something that would never happen today.
I can remember going with him to some of his threshing jobs. I helped sack wheat some. My dad took his team of grays and a wagon and hauled bundles to the thresher. There were several farmers there with their horses. These men took a lot of pride in their teams and their work. My dad and a neighbor owned a McCormick-Deering binder that they pulled with three horses. I also remember the noon meals and the camaraderie of the men at these threshings.
During the four years I was in high school, I worked on the farm for a cousin of mine. After high school, I worked 10 years in a grain elevator and feed store. I retired from a utility company installing gas mains and services. I really enjoy your magazine and have collected a lot of farm-related items.
Donald E. McBride,Bedford, Indiana