First job was working for HL Hunt shooting crows in his pecan orchards. $1/crow. Summer after 2nd grade. Got dropped off at 7:30 with a sack lunch, a pocketful of shells and a single shot .410. Picked up at 3 pm for an accounting with the ranch foreman.
At 14, drove family truck and dad built gooseneck trailer to Laredo to drop off missionary supplies. The original driver got sick and I said I could do it. How hard can it be to read a map and drive in a straight line all the way down 35? I had been driving our gooseneck all over the farm the previous 2 years. I had zero issues on the trip.
Our house did not have any insulation because my parents saved a few bucks and bled off natural gas from a well that was pretty close to the house. Still darn cold in the mornings. My folks would light the fire about 5 a.m., wake us up about 5:40 and it sure feels great to put on your Tough Skins jeans. The polyester/nylon reinforced denim felt amazing after being warmed by the fire. Alternatively, in the summer, always loved laying on fresh washed sheets that had been on the clothes line all day and laying next to an open window while the attic fan sucks in all the fresh air.
With warm clothes on, gather eggs, feed the pigs and then walk down to the road to catch the 6:30 bus. Home about 4 p.m., saddle the horses and move cows to different pastures or move hay around on the tractor. At dark, neighbors would show up at our house for a little headin & heeling at our lighted ropin pen.
Had a party line and my parents would not allow a long distance call to the town where I went to school. So, had to work with what I had and cruise the nearest DQ and Sonic for potential conquests.
For us, a very normal Texas life. Don't miss it.