Over the aroma of fried pork chops, potatoes and warm apple pie, Dad said, “Your brothers and I are taking one team and wagon to the field. When you finish breakfast, Jerry, you harness the other team, hook them up to the hay wagon and bring it to the field.”
I was in a state of shock. At the age of 7, I had never harnessed a team of horses, hooked them to a wagon nor driven a team and wagon anywhere. Excuses poured out: “Dad, I don’t know how to harness the horses, I’m too little to reach over their backs, those harnesses are too heavy for me,” and so on.
Well, like any good dad, he had anticipated such responses and was well prepared.
“Sure you know how to harness the horses, you’ve watched me do it hundreds of times,” he told me. “There’s a wooden box by the barn door you can move over by the horses to stand on, so you’ll be tall enough. And like all farm boys, you’re strong enough to manage those harnesses.”
South Dakota farming in the 1930s and ’40s was hard work. The age of modern machine technology, like tractors, had not yet arrived, at least not on our farm. Meals big on both protein and carbs were the norm. I washed down the last bite of Mom’s delicious homemade apple pie, fresh from the oven, with fresh milk right from the cow.