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  •  well, my dad was in his mid-teens during his (5+ / 0-)

    family's covered wagon journey! From Idaho to Eastern Oregon, from one farm to the next. Town was picked because a local banker or doctor (?), some pillar of the community, was underwriting college educations for any kid who graduated from the local H.S. and wanted to try college. And no, I'm not talking about Rex Clemens in Philomath. This was at least 30 years before he started, down in Lakeview. Four out of four of those covered wagon kids DID attend college, 3 graduated, 2 got post-grad degrees. My Dad finished on the GI Bill. And what he made with an Army buddy with their horse-shoeing/stump blowing little side business!

    I've got to ask my aunt how long the trip took. I do know they slept under the wagon, on or under that tarp. When my grandparents sold up to go into the assisted living, I got a magnificent waxed tarp, dark blue & green stripes, that they had used on that trip. 20 years later we lost it out of a camping trailer in an extremely rough area. I was distressed about losing it for years.

    Grandad went ahead and started the spring plowing, then came back and packed Grandma & 4 kids into a horse-drawn wagon; if Daddy was maybe 14/15, that would have been around 1936.

    "real" work : a job where you wash your hands BEFORE you use the bathroom...

    by chimene on Fri Nov 23, 2012 at 12:49:32 AM PST

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    •  Oh man oh man (0+ / 0-)

      My Grandpa was the ag prof in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.  The name of the university escapes me. He went to a farm, saw a man beating his daughter with a bull whip as she pulled a plow.  My Grandpa asked, who much?  The deal as struck.  She left with him.
      My paternal grandpa was born in Ireland.  He went through the Oklahoma Land Rush.
      And we whine.  Maybe not you, but I still whine sometimes.

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