WineharkLong, hard days“Working wilh the horses” is Clayton Winebark’s earliest childhood memory of the farm near Rochester Mills, where he has lived his entire life.Winebark, 72, said a typical day for a farm boy meant getting up early and often working all day.Plowing was hardest on the horses and the farmer” because he had to walk along in the dust over rough ground behind the horses all day, he said.The days were long. The work was often hard.“Of course you did it all by hand ... Wherever you went, you walked. You didn’t go very much,” he said.He also remembers his family taking fresh eggs from the farm to Punx-sutawney to trade for groceries.“Everybody had time to stop and say hello, Winebark remembered.Neighboring farm families thrashed together and made apple butter together. It didn’t matter if they worked all day on your farm and a half-day on my farm and only two hours on someone else’s farm. Nobody traded money. And the women cooked a good meal” for the thrashers.“I learned a lot by working side-by-side and talking with his father and other farmers, Winebark said. But many of the opportunities to share stories and opinions ended when the gasoline-engine tractor came along and farmers couldn’t always hear what their work-partner was saying.When a farm couple was expecting a baby, Winebark said, the father often hoped it would be a boy so he could help with the farm work. There were lots of families with eight, 10,12 peo-, pie,” he said. — Randy WellsbaFu11FJlt;AFactiFcrc4tV4411aris5