These letters remind me of my childhood, growing up on a 180 acre dairy farm in NY state, plowing the fields behind a team of horses, cutting the hay and oats, picking the apples and hoeing the potatoes. It is interesting to see how it was for people three generations earlier. Not much different.
These letters remind me of my childhood, growing up on a 180 acre dairy farm in NY state, plowing the fields behind a team of horses, cutting the hay and oats, picking the apples and hoeing the potatoes. It is interesting to see how it was for people three generations earlier. Not much different.