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Originally Posted by justplugit
Remember the Blue porcelin cup hanging on the barn next to the hand pump.  Nothin ever tasted colder and better than the cold water that came out of that pump after walking behind a hay bailer pitchin #60 bales onto the wagon in the heat all afternoon.  |
Ever pick up a bale that had a po'ed snake hanging outa it?
My Grandmother in Morgantown had a tin cup. Jeeze the mention of that takes me back 40 years, and I can just almost taste that water. Thanks for that one, Dave.