During harvest season there was always work to be done in the fields. Baling hay was especially fun. I would usually be on the wagon receiving the hay bales as they came off the baler. It was hard work, but fun. I would grab the bales by the twine and then turn around and stack them on the wagon. Then when the wagon was full, we would unload it and pile the bales onto a huge haystack (pictured above). If stacked properly, it would keep through the winter; but much of it we would transfer by conveyor into the barn hayloft to feed…
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Brings back old memories for me. For 4 years my family lived in very rural Baltimore County (Maryland), where I worked, during summers, on farmland that grew mostly corn, tomatoes, and hay. When it was hay season, 2 older boys (my older brother Tom, and the farmer’s son Eddie), who were stronger than me, used hay hooks, to grab up the “square” hay bales and to hurl them onto the wagon. While Tom and Eddie did the heavy lifting, while I, as the youngest, drove the John Deere tractor up and down the row of hay bales. Sometimes it’s good to be the youngest — because driving the tractor was a lot of fun! A couple years later (after our family had moved to Montgomery County), Tom and I returned to that old neighborhood for a visit, and I had the privilege of sharing the Gospel of Christ with Eddie, who then accepted Christ as his Savior (and who then tried, with me, to evangelize another neighborhood friend). For more information and a photograph of part of that very rural Baltimore County neighborhood, see https://rockdoveblog.wordpress.com/2020/02/03/remembering-junior-high-years/ .
It was great that you had the chance to share the gospel with your friend. That’s the best part of the story.