Wheat Harvest

     Claude Enos worked on the wheat farm where they used six or eight horses hitched side by side with single trees, double trees, and whatever else was needed to pull the implements. When Claude Alvin went to work on the farm in 1955 in Gruver Texas, he was put on a two-tractor hook-up. I remember the first evening when the full moon came from the horizon and I did not know how to stop the rig. Well, Claude Enos had a young, green, broke horse in the bunch. When he began to hitch him in his place, the horse went crazy. The nearest teammates began to jump and shy away as horses will do. By the time Cevus calmed the team, some of the harness was damaged to a fare thee well. By the time Claude Enos found the straps, leads, and rivets to make repairs, it was at least dinnertime. Claude Alvin had some shenanigans on the farm too. One time I was driving a combine when my straw hat blew off and went through the combine. Well, during wheat harvest, the women cook up the biggest meals you ever saw. So when I passed by the window unit to get to my place at the table, that wheat chaff and straw dust blew all across the table of beautiful food. It was a bench against the wall and I was pinned in with nowhere to go. Daddy always told us about the time he would milk twenty cows every morning and again at night, with a full days work in between, for one dollar a day.

  by Claude Morgan

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