tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133818547424734201.post9184385896583621506..comments2023-09-16T10:37:31.555-05:00Comments on Tractor Seat Confessions: Change of PaceBenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920859184882809819noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133818547424734201.post-75182292904736886312011-06-14T23:15:30.488-05:002011-06-14T23:15:30.488-05:00We always had the small, rectangular bales. In th...We always had the small, rectangular bales. In the summer, Grandpa would pay us by taking us to the pool for a day for following behind him on foot and tipping the bales upright when they fell on their side so the stacker could grab them. I always wondered why we had to follow behind him. I guess he didn't want us to miss any, and he probably enjoyed seeing us covered in dust and alfalfa. Before we hired someone to bring a stacker, we'd just drive around in my dad's old Ford tossing them into the back. You have a much nicer ride.Lisa Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07333819819235588413noreply@blogger.com