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Farm Days.

The chug, chug, chug of the old tractor was music to my ears. I loved to feel the power that driving that old rarity was so pleasurable. I was lord of all I saw. Yes I will be a Farmer when I grow old enough to do that what I want to do. I will not let any one stand in my way. I have reached the top meadow, drop the cutters and occasionally looking back to see that the hay was falling I proceeded to mow the hay ready for it dry and be taken in to the barn to feed the cattle in the winter.

Back down to the Farmhouse for lunch, the Farmers wife an excellent cook. None of the stodgy stuff that I had been given to eat at my old lodging, I enjoyed my work and the food was something out of the ordinary, After lunch the field by the river came under my cutters in three hours another field of fresh cut hay. Glad when I had finished I was getting tired.

I was called out of bed at seven in the morning. Breakfast was waiting for me when I had washed and dressed. No school I could do the work that I had promised to do. Checked the tractor saw to the cutters hitched up the cutters to the tractor started the tractor by pushing the button and giving a light pressure on the gas lever under my feet. The clutch I pressed in and pushed the gear lever in the forward left position slowly let the clutch come to me with a lighter pressure on the accelerator. The tractor moved off slowly with the cutter slung in its travelling position. The chug, chug, chug fascinating me as the tractor due to the pressure of my right foot on the accelerator moved faster, I realised that I was going to fast and took the pressure off from my right foot. The tractor obeyed me as if this was something that we had done together for years. It was my first week being shown what to do. The Farmer was proud that I had learned to use the machine so quickly, now I was putting to use the week’s instruction that the Farmer had given me.

Tea tie wash my hands not that they were dirty but I had just helped to milk a dozen cows after tea there was the butter to be made and of course the cheese. All of the milk went either to make butter or cheese or to feed not only the calves but also the young pigs. One day the Mare that is the female horse had a foal or better she gave birth to a foal. The farmer milked a few drops of the foal’s milk and gave it to me to taste. It was too sweet for me. I prefer the cow’s milk.

I had a warm bath got into fresh pyjamas and went tired up to my bed. I remember dropping off to sleep; I was so tired after all that had happened during this wonderful day. I could not keep my eyes open. Where did this all take place why it was back in the last world war, I with other children had been evacuated to South Wales and sent to live on a farm. I was one happy small boy on this farm. I not only learned how to work but also to appreciate all that came on to the table to be eaten. I now know how much work it takes to produce food in quantities to feed families. Have a good night now your scribbler Bern is also tired and his bed is calling. Better not let my bed wait it might not be comfortable if it has to wait too long for my company.