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As a nine year old, I looked back at the harness, to make sure it was secure on Queen, the large work horse, who was hitched to a black buggy, before my five year old sister and I got in, for the two mile ride home from our rural one room school house. My formal education ended at eighth grade. Picking up dried cow (pies) manure for fuel, to melt snow on the cook stove, for the families Saturday bath (all used the same water). Seeing buffalo wallows in the pasture while bringing cows home for milking. Picking rocks and setting up grain sheaves in the fields. Butchering hogs for the winter's meat supply. This wasn't the later part of the 19th century...it was 1946.