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Page 39 As days drew shorter and nights got chillier it was time to wrap up the activities of summer and put them away. School began; garden produce of the root variety was dug and put in the cellar; threshing crews went to work; ducks, geese and cranes started their trip south; prairie chickens were seen in flocks; hunters hunted; rabbits turned from brown to white; ice appeared on water tanks and ponds; the coats on livestock thickened; winds had a sharp edge and we probably got a new pair of shoes and overalls. Fall had arrived. Hal Glessner was an ardent hunter. He was as long as he lived. I’ve heard ma tell how Hal would bring home geese when he was a boy. I remember her telling how he brought home ten or twelve big geese one time. Guess he kept the family in meet most of the time during fall and spring flights. The Glessner boys generally had wild game in lunches they brought to school. It was a common practice to trade a part of your lunch to someone for part of his. This way I’d get a piece of duck, goose or prairie chicken quite often. Threshing was always a big day on the |