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Iain from London, canada. Posted 16 Oct 2006.
Growin' up in Farfar and Kirrie in the 60's, you couldn't help but be involved in helpin' the local farmers gather in the crops. I remember the 2-weeks "Tattie-Holidays" in October (I think), as bein' a fog of ungodly early-mornin' pick-ups in the inevitable chill an' drizzle. We got a ride to the fields in the cairt behind the tractor, which was pretty excitin'! The work seemed hard, and okay at the time, but of course now I attribute a lot o' my current back pain to the constant stoopin' ower the baskets, an' draggin' the ever-heavier load o' tatties doon the dreel from the twig that marked the start of yer "bit". The rasp-pickin' in the summertime was a lot less strenuous, for me onywey, but I never could handle the heat, (I felt like an ant under a magnifyin'glass most o' the time!) At the end o' the summer, the whole family took the bus to Dundee (a big deal at the time, complete with lunch at Dundee's biggest Chinese Restaurant), to spend our takin's on school uniforms, and the occasional toy, if we behaved.
Happy days - kinda!I remember takin' my first- ever smoke at lunchtime in a tattie field, an' feelin' pretty mature . . . . . . | | |
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