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<blockquote data-quote="KDM" data-source="post: 238096" data-attributes="member: 314"><p>I'm not quite 50, but lots of those stories I remember having to do when I was a youngster as well.&nbsp; The open oven door, the wood stove heat that was either colder than ice or hotter than blazes.&nbsp; Wet shoes/liners/hats/gloves lined up under the wood stove to dry and coats hanging along side.&nbsp; Splitting wood with a maul you swung with your arms instead of a machine where you push a button with your fingers.&nbsp; Fixing fence where you carried your tools in a tool box instead of in the back of a side by side.&nbsp; Hauling garbage to a pit to burn it and having it get away from you every couple of years and burn half the section down.&nbsp; Picking rocks by hand for a couple hours and having your ears ring when they hit the loader bucket.&nbsp; All for a cold 16 oz Old Milwaukee at the end of the job when I was 8.&nbsp; Neighbors calling at Zero dark thirty in the morning that their cows are out and they needed help, so the whole family got up and out the door we'd go.&nbsp; Great memories!!&nbsp; Those times were special, but given my druthers, I'd rather of had the thermostat, wood splitter, side by side, rock picker, and better fences that we have now.&nbsp; I would have been able to fish and hunt LOTS more.&nbsp; (Grin)</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="KDM, post: 238096, member: 314"] I'm not quite 50, but lots of those stories I remember having to do when I was a youngster as well. The open oven door, the wood stove heat that was either colder than ice or hotter than blazes. Wet shoes/liners/hats/gloves lined up under the wood stove to dry and coats hanging along side. Splitting wood with a maul you swung with your arms instead of a machine where you push a button with your fingers. Fixing fence where you carried your tools in a tool box instead of in the back of a side by side. Hauling garbage to a pit to burn it and having it get away from you every couple of years and burn half the section down. Picking rocks by hand for a couple hours and having your ears ring when they hit the loader bucket. All for a cold 16 oz Old Milwaukee at the end of the job when I was 8. Neighbors calling at Zero dark thirty in the morning that their cows are out and they needed help, so the whole family got up and out the door we'd go. Great memories!! Those times were special, but given my druthers, I'd rather of had the thermostat, wood splitter, side by side, rock picker, and better fences that we have now. I would have been able to fish and hunt LOTS more. (Grin) [/QUOTE]

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