I worked in the beet fields of West Nebraska and Eastern Wyoming from time I was 8 years old until I was 18 and left for the Marine Corps. I remember well those cold mornings when we had pile those frozen beets into rows to be topped. At first it was tough because our gloves got soaked and the cold from the frosted tops came through. It was better when we got rubber coated gloves. For many years after I left the farm I could still see the scars in my leg calf where the hook from the topping knife got me. One year when we lived on a farm northwest of Lyman, Neb., across the line in Wyoming, we had some beets in gumbo soil. When you tried to "pull" them with the tractor, the tractor just sank. We had to do the pulling work early in the morning when the soil was frozen. Dad had to load the beets onto the truck by hand with a beet fork, and we had to have team of horses hooked to the front of the truck to pull it through the gumbo. We must have had 10 or 15 acres like that to harvest, and I recall that it was really an ordeal. I was 13 or 14 at the time. Marven Weitzel On Thu, 9 Aug 2007 12:56:30 -0600 "Dennis L. Sewald" <dennis@sewald.name> writes: > Hello all; > > Just came back from a trip to Greeley, Colorado to pick-up some our > great > farm grown Colorado produce with my Mom. Being raised in Brighton, > Colorado > on a farm they raised sugar beets. During the drive Mom reminisced > about > her adventures working in the fields topping beets with her brothers > and > sisters. Guess it was pretty hard work all hand labour working in > the hot > sun. Anyone out there have some good ol' sugar beet topping > stories? > > > > Dennis Sewald > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > GER-VOLGA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >