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"In Those Days You Walked."


Fri, Aug 31st, 2001
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The Art of Farming is a project of the Collaborative for Watershed Sustainability to gather stories about farm life in southeastern Minnesota before World War II. Stories have been gathered from individuals near Harmony, Lake City and Wells Creek near Red Wing.

"In Those Days You Walked."

When I was growing up, the old timers would tell all these stories about what theyd seen, because you see, everybody walked, and when you walk at night you see all these things. Now theres nobody left that walks at night anymore.

Well, this is kind of like a ghost story, but its a true story about when I was about seven or eight years old.
There was a guy running around the neighborhood with a white sheet on. Everyone was still driving horses at that time, and I knew who the guy was, but he still scared a lot of people. He usually knew who was in the buggy because some people might not scare. (If hed have tried to scare me, Id have walked right up to him.) But hed throw a sheet over his head and act like a ghost and theyd likely spook and take off with their horse and buggy.

So this is a true story-- my mother told me this. It was the late 1920s and this guy was running around with a bedsheet on and he knew that once in a while theyd have young people meeting at our church and on their way home hed be scaring somebody.

We were talking before about always having hired hands. Well, I can remember when I was in about the first grade, and I had about three miles to walk to school. One morning I started out, and I came running back home and my folks asked, "Why did you come back?" and I said, "Well theres this man sitting out there in the woods! Im not walking to school past him!" Well, then my dad proceeded to tell me that he was a hired hand and he was just resting after cutting wood. I didnt know that, and of course when I saw a strange man sitting out there in the woods, I was not about to walk past him.

But yes, in those days you walked. In the wintertime when it got really bad, (I mean really blustery) then Dad would come to school with the horses and sleigh and pick us up. But otherwise, we just bundled up. I only had about 3/4ths of a mile.

The one time I remember my dad getting us at school was the day of the Armistice storm. He was a Legioneer and had been to Zumbrota for an Armistice Day program. He was in his Legion suit, I remember that, and he stopped at my s .....
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