Fortunately for me I was blessed with a very large family stemming from my great grandparents who brought fourth thirteen children. My Grandmother being one of them. When a family of that size gets together it is foreseen that at least once the talk of potato farming would come about. My grandparents and her parents lived on a potato farm that doubled as a bakery in the basement. Throughout the year they would plant and tend to the fields and make bread considered the “easy” work. Au contraire to the rest of the year October was the time my grandmother and her thirteen siblings would get three weeks off from school to harvest. Vividly they would describe the bone chilling temperatures in the morning and the long days grading and sorting potatoes. Many times throughout the story multiple family members would interject adding a specific detail they personally remember or remember being told. The most fascinating part is that this conversation often took place while on the topic of work, whether it be an older cousin or younger uncle complaining about there current job it was predictable what story was ...
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...me into it I knew it would be hard the lack of sleep mixed with everything else I do but I did it because I believed in myself and the ability I had. The ability to have a well respected name in the ski community and use Gould Academy as a great stepping stone and key in my life plan. This story has changed my perspective on life and has played a key role modeling me into a beneficial member of society. Society needs people who are willing to work hard and stay at one particular job for an extended period of time. A country where everyone is working raises the annual income per house hold, allows for more spending and borrowing and raises the moral. The impact of the story is complemented by its timing and is delivered together in a very effective way. I credit all of my success, may failures and my recoveries to the potato farm, just like everyone else in my family.
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