We didn't have one of these. Instead, I got to crouch on the ground and hold the post with my hands while my father brought the front-end loader bucket down on it. Good times.
We didn't have one of these. Instead, I got to crouch on the ground and hold the post with my hands while my father brought the front-end loader bucket down on it. Good times.
And trains! Those are the best part. Both a joy, and a nightmare.
I actually just became a grandfather two days ago. I'm looking forward to, "Listen, things were different back in the nineteen hundreds..."