I cut grass from the age of ten until I was 14 I also ran a paper route during that time. I even had a few guys working for me cutting grass by the time I stopped. At 14 I went to work at the farmer co-op unloading and loading trucks, running the seed cleaner and unloading box cars of rye grass seed, which I then had to run through the seed cleaner. Worked there after school, on Saturdays and 8 till 6 everyday during the summer except Sunday. Spent a lot of time on the farm in Cokesbury loading and stacking square bales. Ducktail's uncle owned the co-op and the farm. He liked to sip his whisky all day so I also had to drive him to the farm so he could check on things. I considered those hours as rest or break time. At 16 I went to work in the mill part time (after school) weekends and summers.
From the time I started working I had to pay my parents for room and board. The rate was set by how much I made. By the time I was in high school it was $50 a month. I hated having to pay it because no one else I knew had to pay their parents to live with them. Then on my wedding day my mom and dad called me aside and gave me a check for every penny I had paid paid them over the years. I was floored and I sure needed it. By making me pay they were just teaching about life, budgeting and being responsible.
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