Good Morning, Class of '64
Peasants Stacking Hay - Julien Dupre |
There is no reason to fear the wind
if your stack of hay is well tied.
Irish Sayings
For riches are not for ever:
and doth the crown endure
if your stack of hay is well tied.
Irish Sayings
For riches are not for ever:
and doth the crown endure
to every generation?
The hay appeareth,
and the tender grass sheweth itself,
and herbs of the mountains are gathered.
The hay appeareth,
and the tender grass sheweth itself,
and herbs of the mountains are gathered.
Bible quotes
The Hay Harvest - Hermann Kauffmann |
Another
Day with Larry
Stacking Hay
Part 1
Stacking Hay - Henry Rollet |
Stacking Marsh Hay - Charles Henry Turner |
Stacking hay is a lost art. I’ve seen only 4 or 5 stacks of hay in the last 20 years, and they were lop-sided, crooked, and generally laughable. Any real hay stacker would have been embarrassed by them. Building a symmetrical hay stack that will shed water is an art that has been lost forever.
Haas, Jessie. Mowing. Art by Joseph A Smith |
Cutting Hay With Sickle Bar Mower - Harry Darius |
zig zag fence |
Woman Raking Hay - Julien Dupre |
Tedders At the End of the Day Theophile-Louis Deyrolle |
Some people used a hay teder, a machine with 6 mean looking forks on its rear that kicked the hay up into the air to turn the hay over. It worked well, but few people used it correctly. Most went too fast, kicking it too hard, shattering the heads, and knocking the leaves off. Those are the most nutritious parts so many people significantly reduced the feed value of the hay with the teder.
Dan Tyminski with Band on Mountain Stage |
Making Hay
Dan Tyminski
He never went to school beyond
the day he turned sixteen
And I can't say that I know being
that poor really means
He wouldn't be mistaken for
a man of high degree
But he was just as smart
as anyone could be
The first thing I remember
till the day I moved away
Up and every morning I don't
believe he missed a day
It was always after sundown
when he pulled up in the yard
He would be on a tractor and
let me drive into the barn
Chorus
While the planter, acre, baler
they were all the same to me
When I grow up a farmer
is all I ever wanna be
I know that he was tired but
he would sit and watch me play
In my imagination I
was really making hay
I graduated high school just
before I turned eighteen
Two years into college when
I had a change of dreams
I'd wear a dank old necktie
like those city fellows do
I'd move out in the suburbs
like a million other fools
the day he turned sixteen
And I can't say that I know being
that poor really means
He wouldn't be mistaken for
a man of high degree
But he was just as smart
as anyone could be
The first thing I remember
till the day I moved away
Up and every morning I don't
believe he missed a day
It was always after sundown
when he pulled up in the yard
He would be on a tractor and
let me drive into the barn
Chorus
While the planter, acre, baler
they were all the same to me
When I grow up a farmer
is all I ever wanna be
I know that he was tired but
he would sit and watch me play
In my imagination I
was really making hay
I graduated high school just
before I turned eighteen
Two years into college when
I had a change of dreams
I'd wear a dank old necktie
like those city fellows do
I'd move out in the suburbs
like a million other fools
I met a brown haired beauty
who was sweet as she could be
The day that we were married
he stood right there next to me
I knew that he was tired and
he seemed so out of place
He never said a word but
it was written on his face
Chorus
I couldn't read the signs when
she was falling out of love
The more he turned the lonelier
till she'd finally had enough
So I'd pack up my suits and ties
and gave them all away
And headed for the country
just in time for making hay
No I won't be mistaken for
a man of high degree
'Cause I was born a farmer
and that's all I'll ever be
I'm a farm boy.
If we need five people to haul in hay,
we don't take one and just work them to death.
Lincoln Davis
Lincoln Davis
My father kept me busy from
dawn to dusk when I was a kid.
When I
wasn't pitching hay,
hauling corn or running a tractor,
I was heaving a
baseball into
his mitt behind the barn...
If all the parents in the
country followed his rule,
juvenile delinquency would be
cut in half in a
year's time.
Bob Feller
The Haystack - Charles McAuley |
Haying Books for Children:
http://www.hayinart.com/000130.html
http://www.hayinart.com/000130.html
The Haymaker's Song
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/ballad07.html
[An old and favorite sung
in many parts of England,
especially during hay-harvest.
It is not in any collection.]
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/ballad07.html
[An old and favorite sung
in many parts of England,
especially during hay-harvest.
It is not in any collection.]
- In the merry month of June,
- In the prime time of the year;
- Down in yonder meadows
- There runs a river clear:
- And many a little fish
- Doth in that river play;
- And many a lad, and many a lass,
- Go abroad a-making hay.
- In come the jolly mowers,
- To mow the meadows down;
- With budget and with bottle
- Of ale, both stout and brown,
- All labouring men of courage bold
- Come here their strength to try;
- They sweat and blow, and cut and mow,
- For the grass cuts very dry.
- Here's nimble Ben and Tom,
- With pitchfork, and with rake;
- Here's Molly, Liz, and Susan,
- Come here their hay to make.
- While sweet, jug, jug, jug!
- The nightingale doth sing,
- From morning unto even-song,
- As they are hay-making.
- And when that bright day faded,
- And the sun was going down,
- There was a merry piper
- Approached from the town:
- He pulled out his pipe and tabor,
- So sweetly he did play,
- Which made all lay down their rakes,
- And leave off making hay.
- Then joining in a dance,
- They jig it o'er the green;
- Though tired with their labour,
- No one less was seen.
- But sporting like some fairies,
- Their dance they did pursue,
- In leading up, and casting off,
- Till morning was in view.
- And when that bright daylight,
- The morning it was come,
- They lay down and rested
- Till the rising of the sun:
- Till the rising of the sun,
- When the merry larks do sing,
- And each lad did rise and take his lass,
- And away to hay-making.
All in a Day's Work - Todd Reifers |
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