tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758763363942581003.post499882605395953592..comments2023-10-26T08:58:35.243-06:00Comments on Retired In The Rockies: The Great Potato HarvestKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05878203057848340870noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758763363942581003.post-76636603721987252762008-07-02T17:20:00.000-06:002008-07-02T17:20:00.000-06:00Kenny's comment reminds me of something my own son...Kenny's comment reminds me of something my own son would have said when he was young. I don't know about potatoes but I do know about tobacco being from Kentucky and it was a hard crop also. I worked in the tobacco fields when I was young. Have a nice 4th of July.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12078537002880283509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758763363942581003.post-60676356459727363892008-07-02T03:31:00.000-06:002008-07-02T03:31:00.000-06:00How odd that we have this in common, sort of. You'...How odd that we have this in common, sort of. You're not much older than I am, but things were really different when I worked "Spud Harvest" (as we called it in "The SPUD CAPITAL of the World"). We just rode along standing on the combine as the spuds came up on the conveyor belt. We tossed off the rotten, cut, or otherwise defective spuds and the rest continued along the conveyor belt until they dropped into the truck that drove alongside the combine. I also got to drive that spud truck, all 24 gears of it. All in all, the 16 hour days for two weeks paid pretty well, but I only did it once -- it wasn't worth repeating.<BR/><BR/>Sherriesherriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12398754710606017921noreply@blogger.com