The Dog Days of Summer in Pennsylvania are those hot, humid
days at the end of July and on into August when the temperatures reach the high
eighties into the nineties. Growing up on our farm in Pennsylvania, the Dog
Days meant hurrying to get the last fields of first cutting hay, dried, baled and
into the barn.
Haying season in the Northeast typically begins in early
June and continues through the summer and early fall, with multiple cuttings
possible depending on the weather. Despite the blazing sun, the tiredness of
the work, and the prickly hayseeds and stalks adding to the discomfort, summer and
haying season always brought warm memories to store and hold dear.
Before we bought a baler, my father first used an old horse-drawn
hayloader attached to the back of his 1932 flat bed truck that was once a milk
truck. The driver of this set-up slowly maneuvered the truck up the rows of hay,
making sure the tires straddled the raked windrows. The hayloader with its many
tines grabbed the hay and moved it upward where my father, using a pitchfork,
spread it evenly on the load.
It was
then unloaded, lifted off the truck by a pulley and large fork on a track inside
the barn.
From first grade onward, I was the driver. My brother had
been born in January, so my mother was busy tending to him. I loved the outdoors,
smell of fresh dried hay—and I loved machinery and its rumbling sounds, despite
the smell of gas and oil.
Because the driver can’t see the load once the window opening
behind him is covered with hay, I learned to listen to my father’s shrill whistle
which meant to immediately stop. I would have to half-standup, jump one foot on
brake and the other on the clutch. Usually, his whistle was for various reasons
like he needed more time to spread the hay about, or a black racer snake came
up onto the load and had to be pitched off, or the loader wasn’t operating correctly.
There were many, many things I learned living on a farm. Too
many to tell here. But the first one is that farming is dangerous. You learn to
follow directions early in life and do as you’re told. Breaking a rule can result
in injury or death.
Many people ask whether it was tiresome and hard. Yes, at
times. Especially during the Dog Days. After all, who’s fond of working in 90+
degree heat with hayseeds sliding down your back and sweat running into your
eyes?
But it was also fun. And at the end of the day, there was
always the satisfaction of a chore well done. . . even if you were just a kid.
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