larry@stinescorner
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i took a picture of my dads uncles place the other day. It is abondoned,a sign sits out front advertising a developement of new houses.
his house in the first picture,and his barn in the second picture He was quite a guy,worked at the Mack truck plant in plainfield nj,when it shut down he retired to just farming. I have some really good memories of him,and also of my dad. When I was around 12 to 14 years old,I used to question? my dads work program? quite a bit. Uncle Ruben offered me a job,,,,with some pay,,,,I took it, He was a patient man,being he had one crippled hand from polio,he liked having me there in his older age,he would spend lots of time explaining how to do a job,And,,,,work ,,,hard,,,,we did,,,wayyyy harder than I had to work with my dad ,Looking back,,,,,,I have no way of knowing for sure,but I m thinking the whole thing was arranged! i talked back to my dad,but never to others,he knew that,,,he also knew I was stubborn enough to hang in with Uncle Ruben and not come home where it was easier,I wouldnt admit it to him. Hows that for parenting skills? I wish I could say thank you dad! Now,,,on a tractor related memory,,,Uncle Ruben had an 8n,one with skinny front tires,thats why I looked for one just like it. I wish you all could see how much work he did with that 8n. I have many fond memories of it.He didnt have a brush hog,but he did have a one bottom plow.He took on a job of plowing an overgrown field.My assignment was to walk along side of him while he plowed,any sticker bush,,,push it aside with a stick so he could get through,
(come to think of it that is not a fond memory) a better memory was his his old horse drawn cultivator ,he put a hitch on it.towed it with the 8n I sat on the seat of the cultivator and pushed pedals with my feet,that steered the cultivator,I said before he had patience,it was something to turn that around at the end of the row. Also his home was where I learned to eat deer meat,After a very hard days work,we would go into the house,,,I would be very hungry,my aunt bernadine had dinner ready,no questions what do you like,we are having deer meat,...we ate deer meat everyday i worked there,I learned to love it!
(come to think of it that is not a fond memory) a better memory was his his old horse drawn cultivator ,he put a hitch on it.towed it with the 8n I sat on the seat of the cultivator and pushed pedals with my feet,that steered the cultivator,I said before he had patience,it was something to turn that around at the end of the row. Also his home was where I learned to eat deer meat,After a very hard days work,we would go into the house,,,I would be very hungry,my aunt bernadine had dinner ready,no questions what do you like,we are having deer meat,...we ate deer meat everyday i worked there,I learned to love it!
