Hay Dude
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- Joined
- Aug 28, 2012
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- A Hay Field along the PA/DE border
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- Challenger MT655E, Massey Ferguson 7495, Challenger MT535B, Krone 4x4 XC baler, (2) Kubota ZD331’s, 2020 Ram 5500 Cummins 4x4, IH 7500 4x4 dump truck, Kaufman 35’ tandem 19 ton trailer, Deere CX-15, Pottinger Hay mowers
I remember being maybe 10 years old and my father bought a parcel of land deep in the woods to build a custom home on. I think back then he’d already found a customer and the customer had brought along a psychic to look anything to give him pause about building his home there, and for native American remains of a village or encampment possibly made there in the past.
I distinctly remember him saying to the group of us “STOP……I can feel something”. While we all paused, he pointed to a large, whitish rock. It lookrd like quartz, or some other light colored small boulder.
He claimed that the local tribes (Lenni Lenape) buried their dead under these more distinctive colored large rocks and we were on hallowed ground. The customer became nervous about the psychics findings and was hesitant to build their home. Eventually my dad built the home and all went well.
Whenever I see one of those big white rocks, I get kinda freaked out that a Native American is buried under one and also think of memories of my dad and how hard he worked to support us. He wasn’t perfect, but he gave it his all.
I distinctly remember him saying to the group of us “STOP……I can feel something”. While we all paused, he pointed to a large, whitish rock. It lookrd like quartz, or some other light colored small boulder.
He claimed that the local tribes (Lenni Lenape) buried their dead under these more distinctive colored large rocks and we were on hallowed ground. The customer became nervous about the psychics findings and was hesitant to build their home. Eventually my dad built the home and all went well.
Whenever I see one of those big white rocks, I get kinda freaked out that a Native American is buried under one and also think of memories of my dad and how hard he worked to support us. He wasn’t perfect, but he gave it his all.