More old photos…….

OK folks, you have had time to recover from yesterday’s boring deluge of stuff I like to look at, so here you go, hold your nose and look at these…….

Yep, my mother and father circa 1942-43

This is my grandmother with cousin Judy circa 1941

Cousin Lynn, me, Harold, and cousin Judy sitting on the tractor.  This old John Deer tractor is the one I was driving when cousin Wayne lost a finger in a farming accident. 

Uncle Peggy had a good rig for unloading the hay and getting it into the barn loft. There was a pulley system with one inch rope running through them, one pulley off the roof line in the front of the barn, a track from the front of the loft to the back, another pulley at the roof line at the back of the barn, and a third pulley down at ground level directly under the rear roof pulley. He had a big scissors type set of four big hooks with the rope tied to the center of the scissors. The four blades would be opened up and lowered to the wagon load of hay, when the rope was pulled the scissors would close and you could pick up a whole wagon load of hay.  As I said, the rope was fed through the three pulleys and tied to the tractor at the back of the barn. When you drove the tractor away from the barn you would be moving the wagon load of hay to the loft and it would move down the track in the top of the loft till it was where you wanted to dump it, that was a lot easier than throwing the hay by pitchfork into the loft and some one else moving it by pitch fork to where you wanted it. When the hay was dumped you would back the tractor up to the barn and drop the hook for another wagon load.

Now bare in mind I am about 11, my brother is a year older, Lynn is about 10 and Wayne is about 8 years old.

We had put up several wagon loads of hay when tragedy struck, we had just pulled up a load of hay and Wayne was messing around with the rope while I was pulling the hay down the track with the tractor, his finger got caught in the bottom pulley with the rope and messed up his hand. He eventfully lost the center finger of his right hand.

I have felt bad about this for my whole life because I was driving the tractor and did not know he was caught in the pulley.

Me, Harold, Lynn and Judy, circa 1945

Harold and old Pete, Atlanta, 1946

Uncle Willard and his son Howard (buddy).  Sadly they both died of heart attacks at around 40 years old.  circa 1938.

I used this photo in a recent post, Shell we Gather at the River.  No one was able to pick me out in the photo, that is because I was not there.  The tall one is my brother, Randy is next (he married Judy) skip one and you have Lynn, the rest were neighbors.  I had Pneumonia during this time and was unable to go in the water.  I had been sick all summer, when I enter the 11th grade I weighed less than 100 pounds.  I was baptized in the following year.

 

I am the cute one :)

And knowing you are again bored to death I will finish up with another treatment for ADD…………

That’s it, the end……..