The riding cultivator

I was talking to Frank last week about the "good ole days." Frank is in his seventies and is a retired railroad man, but he grew up on a farm. We were talking about tractors and such when the subject of mules came up. Frank spent a great deal of his youth staring at the back ends of a team of mules. Frank is a slender fellow, but when he was a teenager he said his arms were as big around as his legs are now, mostly from using a walking cultivator.


Ths reminded me of something that Gene (one of the other neighbors) told me once. When he was growing up his daddy traded around and got a riding cultivator. I asked him how he liked it and he said he liked it pretty well, but he only got to use it once before his daddy took the seat off of it.

He said that his daddy told him that the poor old mules had to work hard enough without having to drag him around too!