tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580525576069581596.post4174709667825291429..comments2023-06-03T01:47:15.366-07:00Comments on Cournoyer Connection: North Haverhill Fair and Burlap Cloth Dinner at Edgewater FarmUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580525576069581596.post-74391934949040697532015-07-30T20:46:55.777-07:002015-07-30T20:46:55.777-07:00That's a good one!That's a good one!Nikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16505332989123863028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580525576069581596.post-20915658498269270422015-07-28T14:39:59.478-07:002015-07-28T14:39:59.478-07:00I seem to recall some similar treatment from years...I seem to recall some similar treatment from years gone by, at that Fair. Still great pic's. J. looks happy. I loved those Ford Ferguson tractors. They gave such a gentle ride, compared to the old Johnny Pops, Farmall M's and H's, and steel-wheeled Allis Chalmers et al. <br />We had a neighbor, when I was a kid on the farm, who drove a John Deere, cultivating crops early, early in the summer mornings. I recall awakening with the windows open in the bedroom listening to the song of those two cylinders saluting the day.<br /> We had another young neighbor, just out of the military service, who rented a low land farm nearby and worked night and day to plant a crop. After it was up, the nearby creek flooded after heavy rains and immersed his plantings, destroying almost all them! Tragic !<br /> Speaking of floods-when I was an aviation cadet in the early 1950's we had to stand at attention in the chow lines and gaze at the back of the man in front of us.<br />It was part of learning discipline and intensity of purpose. One day an upper classman approached and asked me if I were famous for anything. I responded that I was a famous musician. He asked for an explanation, and I responded that when I was a young boy we lived near a river, and one day it flooded and washed away our home and the furniture. My brother had floated down the crest on the living room sofa, and I had accompanied him on the piano. He had to laugh, and admitted that that was indeed worthy of acclaim.<br /> I fear that I had related these attempts at subtle humor, before. If so, don't read them!<br />Uncle Q.Uncle Qhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10890301096470564379noreply@blogger.com