Such a great video of days gone by. I loved the old footage and listening to the old timers. Thanks from MAINE USA Where the Kennebec River still flows.
Great video. I remember well, watching my father growing potatoes in the 1940/50 era. Very hard tedious work for kids. They did make some money which helped them get on their feet. Interestingly every thing they did in Portland was done exactly the same in South Gippsland
" Bud The Spud" is a wonderful song by Stompin Tom Connors. He sings about the most famous " budaidoes" in the whole of Canada , from Prince Edward Island . From the land of the bright red mud .... Ive been there , I've seen it. I love it there. Its wonderful. Good oysters also. Respect from MAINE USA
I remember spud bashing one year - I was bent double with a bucket between my legs, throwing the potatoes in, and tipping them into a sack when the bucket was half full. After the second day you sneak in clods of soil, the odd stone, a dead bird, or anything else that was laying on top of the soil! It was so painful to stand upright after you had spent a few hours bent over, I remember it being so cold one day, it was extremely painful for the heat to travel down your legs when you stood up straight. If the person in the next row was “in range” just behind you, you’d deliberately miss the bucket and try to hit them hard on the head :-) ...you always tried to be level or in front of the people around you or you could expect a spud on the head! It was paid by how many sacks you filled, my initials BD were hard to change but there was a worker who’s initials were LL and they never seemed to have as many sacks as the rest of us!
I was still picking by hand up to I was 16 in 1978 in Scotland...I think I started at around 10 , on only a "half bit” 😂...happy days when we had bugger all 😘🏴
After the seeds were cut we used to give them a dusting of super phosphate before planting.We would like a small fire at the start of the picking and roast spuds for the end of the day meal.
Such a great video of days gone by. I loved the old footage and listening to the old timers.
Thanks from MAINE USA Where the Kennebec River still flows.
Great video.
I remember well, watching my father growing potatoes in the 1940/50 era. Very hard tedious work for kids. They did make some money which helped them get on their feet.
Interestingly every thing they did in Portland was done exactly the same in South Gippsland
Great videos thanks so much for sharing
" Bud The Spud" is a wonderful song by Stompin Tom Connors. He sings about the most famous " budaidoes" in the
whole of Canada , from Prince Edward Island . From the land of the bright red mud .... Ive been there , I've seen it.
I love it there. Its wonderful. Good oysters also. Respect from MAINE USA
Great story about the humble potato.
❤This channel.
Thank you.
I remember spud bashing one year - I was bent double with a bucket between my legs, throwing the potatoes in, and tipping them into a sack when the bucket was half full.
After the second day you sneak in clods of soil, the odd stone, a dead bird, or anything else that was laying on top of the soil!
It was so painful to stand upright after you had spent a few hours bent over, I remember it being so cold one day, it was extremely painful for the heat to travel down your legs when you stood up straight.
If the person in the next row was “in range” just behind you, you’d deliberately miss the bucket and try to hit them hard on the head :-) ...you always tried to be level or in front of the people around you or you could expect a spud on the head!
It was paid by how many sacks you filled, my initials BD were hard to change but there was a worker who’s initials were LL and they never seemed to have as many sacks as the rest of us!
I was still picking by hand up to I was 16 in 1978 in Scotland...I think I started at around 10 , on only a "half bit” 😂...happy days when we had bugger all 😘🏴
That was you on the tractor when you where small ? Wow these documentaries are the best👍
My grandfather grew potatoes in the koo wee rup swamp in the 80s and 90s he used to supply smiths chips
After the seeds were cut we used to give them a dusting of super phosphate before planting.We would like a small fire at the start of the picking and roast spuds for the end of the day meal.
The bags were ridiculous, I remember trying to move them , wheat was the same
The correct word is weed. It pays a hell of a lot better than "wheat", which sounds exactly the same. How duh are you?