Bob; I grew up in a small town and both my grandfathers were farmers. Your last post brought back fond memories of them and the local farmers that I helped put up hay for in the 60's. I loved working for Mr. John Simmons, he was kind, funny and worked you like a mule. That was ok because he always worked harder than anyone else, and he was an old, OLD man back then, at least in his 60's. (well it seamed old then) The high light of the day was dinner, his wife was a little, lady of German descent and boy could she cook. The Simmons' were known far and wide for the huge dinner they served. Three platters of fried chicken piled as high and they could get it and make it to the dinner table. There was no "lunch", the mid-day meal was always dinner where we came from. Bowls of mashed potatoes, bean salad, green beans, gravy, (milk gravy not that crap made from grease) fresh bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, fried tomatoes, and all the cold milk or tea you could ever want. They never skimped on a meal and all the guys would work their hearts out to make John happy. Thanks for bringing this memory back it's like visiting with old friends long since past. RNB