And if a sack didn't quite fit, the driver jumped up and down on it, till it did fit.Two on the ground at the potato pie with a "hicking stick" and then the driver on the wagon flatbed all the 8 stone hessian sacks held in one bunch at the top with a length of binder (yes, binder) twine swizzled around and under without an actual knot listening to the Home Service coverage of local lad Geoffery Boycott's most recent attempt to run out his opposite number batsman ....
We used to set off in the lorry at 6 in the morning with 300 cwt sacks . Fill them by hand with barley load them on the lorry and be back home for teaIt's no fun. Or is it. Imagine loading 7 ton of spuds onto a lorry by hand, knowing that bit of graft earned you enough to buy a new tractor.....
Or a year of hard graft earned enough to buy a farm.
I just remembered the concrete wheel dips we put in in 1967 to clean the lorry wheels. I think they are still there under the tarmac at the end of the drives.you have made me question myself, it was 1967 as he had ordered the tank from Fullwoods and it was delivered at the outbreak of F&M and he would not let their fitters come and fit it up until the outbreak was over, in case they bought it in with them.
I have just checked it in his diary
My grandmother made cheese during the war cycled to town 6 miles away to sell them, grandfather did eggs she sold them as well, He also worked in the family blacksmith shop and in the home guard at night,When my grandparents farmed here, each morning was a race with horse and cart, to get the milk churns to the train station, if the train was full, my gran made butter and cheese, which she sold in the local town, which together with eggs, made enough money to pay the wages of the thirteen men employed here! I havent done the maths to work out how much butter ect she would need to sell now just to pay the council tax
Maybe so but dad talked of the loads men were expected to carry,no option,most of dad's forebears were dead before 60,