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By JOHN CADWALADER
Rappahannock New* Gumt Writer
I made hay this year at Hawlin Farm for the first time since moving here from Rapidan five springs ago. The event was exciting, not only because I was harvesting my first crop from the land, but also because I was able to accomplish the entire job in three days, singlehandedly. All credit, mind you, for this modern-day phenomenon goes, not to me, but to the New Holland Machine Company, the Mathews Company, and to John Deere who designed and manufactured the incredible machines which made my haying a one-man job. It wasn’t always so easy.
Several weeks afterward, as I brooded over the irreversible event of my 48th birthday, it occurred to me that, on the positive side of things, 48 was about as young as one could be and still have experienced the entire evolution of haymaking. A strange way to cheer oneself up, you might think - but, think again: All that hard work is a thing of the past.
Although I have never had to mow hay with either a sickle or a scythe, I did, on one occasion, mow a very small field with the latter. My memories of actual haymaking date from the early 1940s, the years of World War II. Strange as it may seem to those who are aware of the relatively modem aircraft, ships and tanks of the time, the memories of which are kept alive to this day in movies and books, many farmers of that period continued to make their hay pretty much as their great-grandfathers had. I remember it well, and was even allowed to help in a small way.
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