Courtesy Gus Ross

Gus, behind the plough.

work with us all, too, at it. Strong as a man. She’d chew about two figs a night — tobacco.

Threshing was mostly left till the frost had come in the fall.... Perhaps a couple of neighbours, they’d have a binder between them. They used to haul it in first and then pack it in the barns. Just in sheaves then. There’d be around a [dozen] working, I guess. There’d be one fella up with the... sheaves, throwing them down; another fella cutting bands; another fella cleaning; another fella had to take out the cleaner ; and there’d be a bunch up in the loft tramping the straw. Nobody was paid but the miller.

Farm Hazards

The biggest chore was boiling potatoes for pigs. We had a big boiler out in the outbuilding there, you know, and we had to grade those potatoes in the cellar, and it was a heck of a job after school.

Before we went to school we had to haul turnips into the cellar for the cows. They used to get a basket apiece, just according to how many cattle we had. We had quite a few cattle then. Oh, maybe 30 head.

One day I was coming up from the cellar with two baskets of turnips in my hands and there was an old ram in the building there and I always used

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