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Scranton | I have a lot of nostalgia for picking ear corn and filling cribs, even tho I'm young enough to barely remember dad doing it that way. He bought a Massey 300 in 73 and other than a few flashes, that is where my harvest memories begin. I remember riding behind the seat in that thing (on top of the big auger crank) and sleeping. I can still smell it. Its either in your blood or not. My oldest son who farms with me was the same way. We both rode with our dads until quitting time if possible, awake or asleep. | |
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Fall pics from around the farm
