Farming


The picture above and below are both believed to be Fred Dueck.  Grandpa is on a pile of grain above.  If one were to date the tractor, perhaps we could extrapolate who the child on the wheel is.


Below:  Jake Dueck's tractor and Fred Dueck's combine.



Picture on the right:  The threshing crew - Agnes Pauls with hand on hat.

 


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