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     rumbled potato diggers, trucks, and every other imaginable     piece of equipment.            A man who was a real estate agent volunteered to     drive as I stacked the bales coming up the side of the truck.     Other trucks poured onto the field, and, shortly after dark,     the hay was all safely in the barn.  A group of men helped     me feed the cows before we retired for the night.            Back early the next day at dawn to take care of the     animals, again I was not alone.  I directed a whole crew     with regard to Mr. Paul’s instructions on the feeding.  After     the sun warmed the air enough, the half dozen or so diggers     started again to roll through the fields.  I took the job of     forking away the debris piling up along the edges of the     conveyor belt in one cellar.  When I would finish I would     take my place picking through the potatoes.  Standing by     me on one side was a banker, on the other side was a     school teacher.  There were men from the sawmill,     businessmen, secretaries, and people from every walk of     life, as well as fellow teenagers.  There were so many     people and so much equipment that the biggest problem     was trying to keep out of each others’ way.  In fact, the     potatoes were outpacing the cellars’ capacity to store them     and some diggers were sent on to other jobs.                                       10
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