Overheard
I was five years old in 1937 and “helping” my dad cut fodder in the field for our hogs and cattle. It was a warm day in August. Dad was cutting the cornstalks with a corn knife by hand and them throwing them into the hayrack. The hayrack was pulled for a team of Belgian horses that responded to verbal commands so they didn’t have to be driven by a person.
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