The first hay wagon I drove had four rubber tires under it and it was propelled by a VAC model Case tractor. I was three years old. Dad aimed it between the shocks of hay and tied the steering wheel in place with a rope. The crew included those on the ground with pitch forks who threw the loose hay onto the hay wagon. One or two “trampers” were on the wagon, their job to even out the load and “waller it down” so they could get more hay on the wagon. I could stretch my leg out and mash on the starter button when the crew hollered at me to go. When they shouted stop, I pushed in the ignition switch, stopping the engine.



















