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Page 84 almost time to pick corn so got a job at my uncle Hal Glessners. Picking corn by hand is no easy job. Hallie Glessner and I did the picking. I don't think we got started until November and by that time it was cold. We would be in the field with our teams and wagons before daylight on and if frost or snow was on the corn stalks we would be wet, that is our arms and pant legs would be wet, in just a short while. If we stopped to rest our mittens would freeze so we kept husking corn and throwing it in the wagon pretty steady. If we worked hard we could each get twenty five or six bushels by noon. Then we would take it home and unload it, eat dinner and rush back to the corn field. By dark we would each have another load. And so it went until Christmas. In the meantime Ma had written to Brookings inquiring about the South Dakota School of Agriculture (SDSA). Willis had gone there one |