hog88
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When I was young I would hop on a 8N Ford tractor my dad owned and plowed and disc gardens for several poor people.
Each one of them gave me a job to get their garden ready to plant.
Not many people will work for watermelon these days.
I wouldn't have paid you for checking the oil in tires. Air.....maybe. Oil and air? You were trying to scam somebody.Ha ha.
I remember I would charge $5 to plow and $3 to disc an average garden. I thought I was getting wealthy. At least dad taught taught me how to work and make a few bucks. He had several businesses going as I was growing up. He put me to work early. At 13 I was pumping gas, cleaning windows, checking oil and air in tires. My pay was I got all the money for fixing flat tires, $2 a pop. He put me on piece work, I didn't realize it at the time. I didn't fix flats, I got no money.
Ha ha.
I remember I would charge $5 to plow and $3 to disc an average garden. I thought I was getting wealthy. At least dad taught taught me how to work and make a few bucks. He had several businesses going as I was growing up. He put me to work early. At 13 I was pumping gas, cleaning windows, checking oil and air in tires. My pay was I got all the money for fixing flat tires, $2 a pop. He put me on piece work, I didn't realize it at the time. I didn't fix flats, I got no money.
Ha ha.
I remember I would charge $5 to plow and $3 to disc an average garden. I thought I was getting wealthy. At least dad taught taught me how to work and make a few bucks. He had several businesses going as I was growing up. He put me to work early. At 13 I was pumping gas, cleaning windows, checking oil and air in tires. My pay was I got all the money for fixing flat tires, $2 a pop. He put me on piece work, I didn't realize it at the time. I didn't fix flats, I got no money.
My dad brought a round baler, one of the first guys to have one where we lived so some people payed us to bale hay for them. When I was 14/15 my parents were out of town and a guy called needing his hay baled so I went and knocked it out, 100 or so bales at $10 a bale and he wrote the check out to me.
A week or so later me and my dad ran into him at the store and he thanked my dad for letting me do his hay. Needless to say that was the end of the independent Hog bailing service.
My dad never drank alcohol, said he tried it while he was in the service, he didn't like it. One of his customers stopped by and dropped off a fifth of liquor for him for Christmas. I knew dad would open it, pour it out so I had a brilliant idea. I was running it off on a punch board at one of dad's stores. He stopped by for some reason and I got caught red handed. He introduced his belt to my rear several times and poured the liquor out. I believe that was as mad as I ever saw him.