Daddy was an equal opportunity employer, not that I was grateful. I got to work right alongside him and my brother. He had forty acres to fence. That’s a mile of fence. He enlisted his free help, Bill and me. He cleared the right of way. We came in really handy for piling the brush and loading the posts he’d made from the timber. After he dug the post holes with an augur behind his tractor, we plodded along behind the trailer dropping posts in the holes,
i was totally surprised at the generous offer he made once all the posts were dropped and we surveued the crooked mile of posts. “I’ll give you a mickel apiece for every post you set and tamp. I did a quick calculation. That would only be about twenty-six dollars to split for the whole miserable job. It didn’t take either us long to turn down that opportunity.
He was ready for us. Okay, then do it for nothing. I want it finished this week so we can start stringing wire Saturday. It was finished. Saturday morning we were out there with him stretching wire. I didn’t like that a bit better.
What a job!
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I didn’t much like it, but it was steady work, including all the water I could drink and a straw sun hat.
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hahaha I can imagine!
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Oh dear! Your father was a low-paying boss without a doubt. (Actually, I guess that should be no-paying boss.) 😦
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We did get all the water we could drink and he furnished sun hats!
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Hmm… I still wouldn’t rush to do it (not that you had a choice, of course). 🙂
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I was on the list! I was on permanent hire till I left home.
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Tough break, that! 🙂
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Great motivation to get education.
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Absolutely! 🙂
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So he was sure you would turn it down because it was not a lot but he knew he would get it for free because you turn it down… smart…
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I don’t think he worried he would need to pay out.
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That’s exactly what my daddy would have done. It’s those old southern men! Most I ever met were like that. Assholes. I love the south and it’s traditions but there are certain characteristics I could do without.
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Southern men all think they are John Wayne.
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Yeah, I don’t think they mean harm, it’s how they were raised. Forget the gentleman thing. There’s some of that but very little.
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Only toward ladies they are trying to impress,
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Oh boy did he pull a fast one on you!! Bet your mouth-dropped open when he followed up with, well then do it for nothing…how quick did you want to say ok a nickel it is!! Lol.. 🙂
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Too late. It was a freebie.
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So funny this is! Dads — smart as we thought we were, they were smarter. I loved reading this, probably because I know it could have happened to me and my brother.
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Yep! I learned to take what I could get. Most was room and board.
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Uh…where’s my comment?????????
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So are you telling me that what could have landed you 13 bucks, you ended up doing any ways and got nothing for??!!! Tell me that ain’t so!!!! :)p
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I am not the best trader.
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Ya think?!😜
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I’ll bet your hearts sank at the word ‘free’. 😦 — Suzanne
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You know it!
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Reblogged this on Matthews' Blog.
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Thank you.
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My best friend from school would often take me to her uncle’s (I think it was somewhere in the vicinity of a thousand acres) sheep property during the long school break. I recall her Uncle and his wife discussing their budget in order to buy replacement barbed wire for some of the boundaries as the kangaroos had them down. I loved the country life and no matter how much I ate (my plate would be mounded with food), I would come home as skinny as ever.
A great nostalgic post!
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Farm workers don’t have a lot of weight issues.
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You couldn’t be bought. But you could take orders. I get it. ☺
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I sure could!
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Now, you’re talking. That’s an area of expertise for me. I built several fences for my Dad–have scars from the barbed wire to show for it. Except, we dug the holes with a post hole digger. Yes, I earned my PHD (post hole digger). I’m sure you know what a fence stretcher is. There should have been a Cheap Labor Day that all fathers celebrated. I may just post about it.
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I wished I was on the cheap labor plan. My post hole diggers are my favorite garden tool. You’ve got a hole in a minute.
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The only way to break hard, red clay we have around here.
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We had that lovely stuff, too.
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