This logging chain photo reminded me of a Christmas vacation after we moved to our new house at the farm, around 1954. Joanie, Den, and Norb or Barb, do you remember/?
I must have been home from Our Lady of Sorrows HS for Christmas break. Joanie was with us and Dad told us that we could go out to the woods with him to log. He told us if we cut down trees and made a cord of logs, we could split what he would get for that cord when he sold it --- $40. At that time, around 1954, that amount of money seemed a fortune.
Every day, Den, Norb, Joanie, Barb(may have been too young), and I ventured into the forest to log with Dad. When it was time to come home (he drove out to the woods with his logging truck - which, as Norb has observed, was converted from a milk hauling truck into a logging truck), we put on our skis, hung on to the back of the truck and with dad driving, we skied home. These days, being hauled around at the end of the bed of a logging truck like that would be considered dangerous.
After spending about a week at this logging operation, Dad measured what we had stacked up and said it was about a half a cord. Disappointing news for us. Then, it was time to go back to school.
Before my departure for OLS, dad gave each of us $15 approximately what we would have earned had we piled up a cord of logs. Then, I got laryngitis. End of story.
Dennis and Kristin, your posting of these photos has unleashed a treasure trove of memories. Thank you.
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