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Saturday the Farmers Go to Town

Story ID:5793
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA USA
Person:Chelsea Kansas Kid
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Saturday the Farmers Go to Town

The day the Farmers go to Town

After working in the fields
Every day from sunup to sundown
After the chores on Saturday morning
The farmers go to town.

We had the routine memorized
It was “Kids, scrub your ears and neck
Put on clean underwear
You might be in a wreck.”

Dad would crank on the “T”
The Old Model T would hurt dad’s wrist
Dad would cuss a little
Then give the crank another twist.

When she started she shook
Backfired until dad set the spark
We started to town
Had to be back before dark.

Lites on the Old Lizzie
Were from poor to bad
Vibration wrecked the lite bulbs
Made driving at nite very bad.

Once in town
Driving on the dirt main street
We each got a nickel
To by ourselves a treat.

Those farmers would gather
On the corner by the El Dorado Nat. Bank
They discussed their problems
Until time to give that crank another yank.

We took our eggs and cream to Frisbey’s
Out on Central, several blocks West of Main
Mom spent the egg and cream money
Bought only supplies needed, we knew not to complain

Sacks of broken cookies
Were sold for less, that’s not bad
Got sugar, coffee and catsup
Canned Chile and Kools cigarettes for Dad.

Then back on the dirt and gravel
And took a wild ride
All the “wash boarding” and potholes
Bounced us from side to side.

Top speed about forty
Downhill that is
On level ground
That Old T could whiz

Home again unload and dress
In our bib overalls and dirty shoes
To feed and milk the cows
Another Saturday’s almost thru.
Monte L. Manka 03-01-10