where on earth did this picture come from?
And isn't it really neat? The wheat field is on what was the Church lots which grew only weeds while we were at home - that is before Dad bought them. The first clump of trees are where our house is, and in the distance to the left is Grandpa Wasden's house. Judy gave me a picture of this years ago, along with a couple of others, including the Shoshone River, right, Judy?
What a perfect picture. Harvest time was such an amazing time. Back when Dad had the old green combine, I can remember riding in the back of the beet truck (also old), with Steve and Judy, and we would sit under the stream of wheat as the combine emptied newly threshed wheat into the truck bed. At least I think Judy was there. If not, Steve and I were probably put in the truck bed so Mother knew where we were. Remember chewing on the wheat kernels? I have a few memories of the threshing crews that would come through in the fall, but they are mostly of Mother cooking over the hot coal stove to create a dinner (eaten at noon) of amazing fried chicken, etc. Those of you who were older, will you write about your memories of those days, please?
This copy is really "grainy". I will try to find the negative so we can have a clearer copy. That will also give me the date, but it was one of the few times I returned home.If you move the picture to the left, you can see Heart Mt.
After Dwight left home, it became my job (after school) to run up to helpl on the truck to scoop the grain away from the spout into the rest of the truck. The one thing I wish we had a picture of,however, is when the shocks of grain used to get stood up in bunches in the fields. Hard work, but very esthetic.Cooking for the threshing crew didn't happen very often, but the kitchen would get so hot from the coal kitchen range, as we cooked for much of the morning. When noon came, the men would come trooping in, and Mother, Louise, and I would serve them. I think the wash basin was set up outside. After the men ate and left to go back to work, then we had to wash the pile of dirty dishes before we could eat anything. Louise, I hope that your memory jibes with mine. (By the way, remember the lemon ice, or the Kool-Aid frozen dessert that we used to make sometimes in the summer?)
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