Life has changed a lot since the beginning of the last century. This is how the family looked at the beginning of the 1900's. My maternal grandmother is the tall girl in the center of the picture. I am trying to keep my children abreast of how things were when I was a youngster at about mid-century. I don't think I paid much attention either when I was young. But, now that I'm older, I think about the pictures of me they'll pass around and laugh at when I'm gone. I am smiling in most of mine. The houses we lived in weren't so fine as many are today. The vehicles we drove were no where near as complex, but I'm sure my grandparents thought they were grand. It's all a matter of where you came from. I worked at a lot of jobs through the years to make what I could. I never put a resume on Monster.com, and I worked at jobs even after I was an adult that my children would never think of doing. They made for some great stories and I met a lot of interesting people. One of those jobs was hauling hay during the summer with my brother-in-law Larry.
Hauling Hay
I was a teacher
my salary was meager
I spent the summers
hauling hay.
The Texas sun
was searing at dawn
when I rose to see
if my hay truck
would start.
I climbed in the cab.
looked at the ground.
The truck had no floorboard
just blue smoke and sound.
The hay fields were strewn.
Square bales of alfalfa.
Heavy to lift,
tough to inhale.
We stacked them high
on the flatbed behind us.
One hundred and twenty
at twelve cents a bale.
We made for the barn.
A loft with no air flow.
Sweating and stacking
and swatting the wasps.
The scene was repeated
as long as the sun shone.
Then we, and the truck
coughed our way home.
