In 1948, Mom and Dad were living with Grandpa and Grandma Rees on the farm in Draper. Mom's cousin, Walter LeRoy Brady, Jr. (commonly known in our family as "Little Walt"), had come out to the farm to visit Mom. Little Walt was a teenager. I needn't say more.
As the story goes, Little Walt was doing some bragging about how good a worker he was. Dad called him on it. I can just imagine Dad saying, "Show me. Don't tell me!"
The next morning, they took their hoes out to the sugar beet field. Dad took one row; Little Walt took another. They started to hoe the beets. (I am not certain if they were thinning or if they were weeding.)
Dad finished that first row, sat down on the ditch bank and had a smoke. Just as Little Walt finished his first row, Dad stood up, and said "Break's over! Let's go!" He took another row and started hoeing. This continued all morning. Just as Little Walt would get finished with a row, Dad would start the next one. By noon, Little Walt was worn out.
"Show me. Don't tell me!"
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These are cool stories . . . Thanks for starting this blog Dad! :)
Hmmm, I did not know that mom & dad lived at the farm in 1948. I thought that they had an apartment. I remember them talking about the snows of 48. They discussed being snowed in and the snow drifts up to the tops of the telephone poles.
That's right, Connie! I saw the picture of Dad leaning his elbow on top of a utility pole.
Dad and Mon lived at the farm the first year after they were married. They moved to the apartment after the harvest was in, and Dad went to work either in the mine at Lark or the smelter in Murray. I think it was the smelter in Murray.
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