Back in the long ago, the ole gule and family raised tobacco in east Tn. If Kellie got some pleasure in it she sure never worked for my ole man. Topping and de-suckering(removing un wanted growths) weeding, spraying for insects, cutting, hauling to the barn, waiting for the right high humidity morning to " handoff" aka sort in to grades and tie into "hands" on a cold as hell October/November morning was never a pleasure for me.
Back in the long ago, the ole gule and family raised tobacco in east Tn. If Kellie got some pleasure in it she sure never worked for my ole man. Topping and de-suckering(removing un wanted growths) weeding, spraying for insects, cutting, hauling to the barn, waiting for the right high humidity morning to " handoff" aka sort in to grades and tie into "hands" on a cold as hell October/November morning was never a pleasure for me.
BUT, think of the Pleasure you now get when you describe it. I had similar experiences in my youth; SAWMILL for example, that were exhausting; but I wouldn't trade them for anyone's paper route.
you should have seen me hauling hay, lol Always got stuck stacking on the truck/wagon and in the barn loft. Igotskillsferdays….
Baling hay, picking cotton working on a chicken farm taught me some valuable life lessons. It taught me the value of working hard and to respect others who work hard everyday. It helped me to be successful in school and to be successful after college.
How about picking tobacco worms.Back in the long ago, the ole gule and family raised tobacco in east Tn. If Kellie got some pleasure in it she sure never worked for my ole man. Topping and de-suckering(removing un wanted growths) weeding, spraying for insects, cutting, hauling to the barn, waiting for the right high humidity morning to " handoff" aka sort in to grades and tie into "hands" on a cold as hell October/November morning was never a pleasure for me.