The following was written by my father, Lawrence L. Weeks Sr.
My
mother and father started to furrow out rows to plant seeds with a furrowing
out plow, or horse hoe. It makes a row
about five or six inches wide with the wings closed, but later on you can go
between the rows and hill up the potatoes with the wings open – provided you
planted potatoes there, of course. If you look closely, you will see that they
hit a rock and broke the plow beam a foot or so behind the wheel that is close
behind the horse and belongs just in front of the handles by Father. My nephew, Chet Chapman still has this plow
in the barn on Spec Pond Rd. Talk about
putting things off.
I am
including this picture to point our the lean-to shed that covers the manure
piles and the well house that looks like a door in the shed. The pole fence is
in a lane that leads to the two troughs
used for watering the livestock. It was kept full by a pipe from the
well up by the road.
