LOCAL FARMER AT HIS BEST
OUR NEIGHBORHOOD WAS FILLED WITH LAUGHTER PRETTY MUCH ALL THE TIME . I THINK THAT WAS THE REASON ONE OF THE FARMERS THAT LIVED THERE WOULD COME DOWN THE STREET WITH HIS HORSES AND HAY WAGON ON ANY GIVEN SATURDAY RIGHT AROUND 6:30 PM. HE HAD LITTLE BELLS ON THE HORSES SO YOU COULD HEAR HIM COMING. HE WOULD GO BY ALL THE HOUSES IN ONE DIRECTION FOR ALL THE KIDS TO HEAR. WHEN HE WENT PAST THE LAST HOUSE HE WOULD TURN AROUND AND COME BACK. THIS GAVE EVERYONE TIME TO RUN IN AND ASK MOM OR DAD "CAN I GO MOM? CAN I GO DAD?" I CAN RECALL ALMOST EVERY TIME WE WERE GRANTED PERMISSION TO GO. ONCE EVERYONE WAS ON BOARD HE WOULD TAKE US 1.3 MILES TO A DAIRY FARM THAT MADE ITS OWN ICE CREAM. THE PLACE WAS CALLED "SUNSHINE DAIRY". IT WAS ONLY $1.00 FOR A GOOD SIZE CONE. SOMETIMES THE TRIP HOME WAS TAKING TURNS HOLDING THE REINS OF THE HORSES.
HARRY MOORE WAS THE FARMER'S NAME AND WE THANK YOU FOR ALL OF US!
Geez Johnny you have a remarkable memory for such a lost child. I was taken back to the exact sights and sounds of those hayrides....and Sunshine Dairy. I loved where we lived growing up. There is nothing like Rockland Street with the farms and families. What happened to my simple life?
That brought tears to my eyes, it reminded me of Woodrow Allard, the farmer in New Hampshire, that would come by with his putt, putt, putt, tractor and idle while the boys got ready to ride down the hay field with him on a regular basis. Oh how they loved this ride. Woodrow would put them on his lap and tip his hat and off they'd go. Kids just don't know anything about this kind of sweet clean living today. Everything has to be convenient.
Love your story and the photo gave it a great visual to your narrative.
Ah, I wish I could have done that! He probably worked for the dairy to help with the bottom line.....with all those cones sold to the kids. No, I'm just kidding, I think it's a wonderful memory.