Hay Days

Yes, I mean hay days!

Tonight a pickup truck loaded with hay went past me on my peaceful jog to wind down the day.

It brought back a memory, like so many things do when you have some time to think. Jogging is great for thinking, planning, solving problems - you name it.

Today's memory was of the Dawley boys haying long ago.

We have a great family picture of my dad. with a long piece of hay hanging out of his mouth (instead of the usual Salem), and my brother sitting atop the piles of hay loaded into the back of a pickup truck. I thought sure that I had that picture in my possession... but alas as I looked through my albums, the picture is not physically with me.

Mentally that picture is always with me, and just as clear in my mind as the day it was taken. Whenever I see a pickup going by, loaded with hay, I will think of that Dawley family picture, and of my dad and my brother, Skee.

RIP always Dad and Skee.

I am a Putnamaniac because the hay days remind me of hay days of old!