My dad used to work us to death when we were growing up. From caring for animals to running handheld augers through shale for fence when we weighed 80 lbs to firewood to heat the house and everything in between. A lot of Saturdays and after school was dedicated to work. What I didn’t realize at the time was that he was teaching us work ethic and if you work hard you’ll be rewarded. One Christmas after an over the top year of what he expected out of us, he rewarded me with a brand new quad. I think he felt guilty because this was way over budget for our family.. Lmao!
My mother’s side comes from Nescopec PA, a tiny farming town on the Susquehanna river. This is me with a cousin visiting my Great Grandmother. The house next door still had dirt floors and an outhouse the last time I was there, which is many years now. Tiny little town with a bunch of hillbillies.