I remember well the labor...
I remember well the labor-intensive job we had when "making hay" on the farm when I
was twelve to sixteen years old. We pitched the hay from the ground on to the hayrack,
then from the hayrack into an old barn, where it remained protected until needed for feed
for the cattle or horses. On one occasion, we were in the process of bringing in the hay as
an ominous thunderstorm moved in from the west. A new neighbor, Jim Jones, had just
moved in and knowing that heavy rain would severely damage the hay, rushed over with