Those young whipper snappers don’t know what it’s like to work 10 hours a day in a snow storm for a nickel !
At 13, I helped the neighbor farmer baling hay all day (12 hours).
At the end of the day, he gave me a quarter. I knew right then, I didn’t want to be a farmer!
I ended up joining the Army at 17, jumping out of airplanes and helicopters! Much harder, but more fun! (and less itchy than baling hay!)
“ Those young whipper snappers don’t know what it’s like to work 10 hours a day in a snow storm for a nickel !”
An old guy I knew said that back in the day he worked at a sawmill from sunup to sundown for $0.50/day, and if you weren’t there by sunup you didn’t make a full day.
Or working in the oil field on a rig for 100 hours a week and surviving. At 19 in 1979 it was the best thing to turn me into a man and since then, there is no such thing as Hard Work, because everything else is easy in comparison.
At 14 I sorted and stacked cases if returnable soda bottles for 10 cents a crate.
Priced and put up milk gallons from containers to shelf. Got $9 a week.