A while ago I reminisced about my childhood holidays on my grandfather and my uncles' farms in Scotland. Here are some more photos of times passed. They were taken in the late 1940s before I was born, but I remember the stooks of corn made at harvest time.
After the corn had been cut a bundle of sheaves were tied with a strand of corn and propped up with the ear upwards to keep it off the ground until all was collected for threshing.
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My grandmother with Dick and Dora.
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