I loved the sound as a kid. I was also the throw away kid till dad would load some thing on the table that required him to cut half and then turn to finish it off then he would tell me to push the table while he took the big chunk.
We threw ours in farm wagons and a 3/4 ton pick up. The old farm house had a attched wood shed about 30 feet long and 20 feet wide and I'd say 10 foot high inside. It had 2 4'x4' doors in the side some one could be unloading one wagon at one door and others unloading The second wagon at the second door. When they were finshing off we would back the pick up to the door and unload it.
We never stacked it inside the shed, dad hated all the extra handleing and I guess he passed it down to because I will only stack if I have some near the walk out when winter is over and I want it sort of out of the way.
My dad and Uncle were good hands with a sledge and wedge on logs also to get them to a size two grown men could lift.
Dad had around 10 Wedges and several he made from some really hard wood.
I look back on those days with fond memorys. I do not know how they decided but two of dads brothers would get together one was a old bachlor and the others family.
After the first two wagons were filled and the pick up Mom and aunt would have dinner ready. You do not see that much food piled up at a buffet today.
Al