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First memories


Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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Growing up in the 1930sBy Neil HaugarudMonday, September 4, 2000

By Neil Haugerud

Some folks say they can remember as far back as when they were one year old. For me life memories begin on Good Friday, April 19th, 1935, I was four.



I like to tell people about the time I found a short row of fingers, about three inches tall, growing in a patch of oat stubble as if they had been sown with the oats. The sickle on the grain binder had cut just above them during harvest. The child-sized fingers were planted where an accident happened earlier in the year, on Good Friday, 1935.

It was rather cold that day, above freezing, but cold enough to be bundled up. My coat collar was turned up, the ear-lappers on my cap were turned down and I was wearing a pair of my older brothers yellow work gloves. In wintertime we wore mittens because they kept your hands warm in the bitter cold when gloves just wouldn't do the job, but that spring day I was wearing cloth gloves, the kind that had a yellow covering, like fine wool, when they were new.

I had three brothers then, ages ten, seven and three. And three sisters ages nine, one and my youngest sister was three weeks old. We were all born in the downstairs bedroom at home on our farm near Harmony.

I'd ridden to the field with my Dad on the riding-board fixed to the back of the grain drill. It seems as if there were three horses pulling the drill, or seeder, as we kids called it. A three-horse hitch was highly unusual, but that's the way I remember it. The drill was eight foot wide. There were two wooden wheels with steel outer rims about five feet high on either end. Mesh gears, without protective shields linked the wheels with a power shaft, which drove a mechanism for metering the grain into flexible metal spouts, which in turn directed the grain to discs which opened the earth for seeding. Also near each end was a lever to disengage the power shaft, so the sowing of grain could be discontinued while turning around.

Dad was 35 at the time and a firm believer that youngsters should be kept busy. He told me I might as well be doing something as long as I was riding along.

"When we get to the end of the field flip that lever down," he said, pointing to the lever that disengaged the power.

After making the turn, he said, "Now flip it up," and we began seeding again. Things went quite well for several trips around the field and I felt .....
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Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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Monday, September 4, 2000

Ive heard it again. Oh, Id love for you to see my garden, Virginia, but Im so embarrassed because of all the weeds. Well who is missing out here, you or me? Id love to see your garden, weeds and all. I love weed ..... 
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This work is not for the birds

Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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Monday, September 4, 2000

I stand on the roof of our workshop holding the end of a rope. My husband has tied the opposite end around his waist so he doesn't slip as he hammers nails into our new metal roofing. Although I am alert to the danger ..... 
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Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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"Please Dont Touch the Rattlesnakes!"By John LevellMonday, August 21, 2000

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An afternoon in La Crosse

Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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Monday, September 4, 2000

We were wandering around downtown historic La Crosse last weekend, which, I couldnt help but notice, in places, looks a bit like downtown historic Lanesboro. The secret is out, if you want your town to be economicall ..... 
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Lord of the Dance

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Monday, August 28, 2000

My wife told me that I had won first prize and was chosen to be her escort for her all-school reunion last weekend. I actually looked forward to the event, especially when it was her reunion and not mine. It was unlikel ..... 
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Survivors

Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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Monday, August 28, 2000

This is a story about survivors.

No, it is not about the gameshow/psychodrama that was recently portrayed on CBS, where neurosis is a developmental skill highly valued by artificially created tribal groups.
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The dark at the bottom of the stairway

Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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My wife drove into town to look for some material for a chair that she is going to re-upholster and would be gone for an hour or two and as she was leaving, suggested that I find something useful to do. I sat at my desk and gave the matter some thoug ..... 
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Journal Profile # 78

Sun, Sep 3rd, 2000
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Name: Tyler Benson
Home: Rushford
Age: 15
Profession: I am a ninth grade student at Rushford-Peterson
Family: Dad, Mom, & Sister
Hero: My Mom, Dad and Uncle Ron
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