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To: Ken Adams who wrote (148821)	7/25/2007 11:24:56 AM
From: Augustus Gloop	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

It was hard work! I always got put in the mow while bailing hay and it was only about 1000 degrees up there. It was good for me but I sure didn't like it. I think we got paid 2.50 an hour but at the end of the summer my dad matched that 2.50 an hour with another 2.50 an hour. I had no idea he was going to do that but he said I earned it for working hard and not complaining. Dad was pretty cool - he just wanted me to learn what a hard day of work was like. When I got older we talked about it and he told me that because of his job he was afraid he could never teach us what real labor was like. After that summer of work I bought my first set of golf clubs. They were Jack Nicholas Golden Bear clubs and I loved them because I worked my butt off to get them. Not long after I got them the silver market was taken over by the hunt brothers. I don't know how I figured this out but I knew 1964 and earlier quarters were pure silver. So I started to take my money and go to the bank and get rolls of quarters. Four 1964 quarters (or earlier) would fetch 30-35 dollars at the local coin shop. They were easy to find because silver would make a unique sound when it hit the floor. So I'd come home with a bunch of rolls and I'd pour them out on the kitchen floor. I knew the minute I dumped them if it was worth looking through them all based on the sound. I don't know how much money I made but dad was astounded that I picked up on that and turned it into a money maker. He was proud of me for riding my bike to the bank after each day of school and trying to parlay my bounty - funny times.

To: Ken Adams who wrote (148821)	7/25/2007 11:44:44 AM
From: Alan Smithee	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

I baled hay as a kid as well. We had tractors though, and a hay baler that made the "little" 80 lb. bales that were stacked on a wagon towed behind the baler. The baling crew was at least 3 guys - one to drive the tractor and two on the wagon to stack. Then one to unload the wagon and two up in the haymow stacking. Nowadays, it's all done with one guy on a tractor towing a baler that makes those giant rolls of hay that drop out the back and are picked up by the same guy with a tractor with a front end loader.