My job began at this point. I would pick up the reins of the team and drive it usually to the end of the short driveway, or until Papa called “Whoa!” As the team started up, the fork filled with hay rose slowly to the center of the track. There it locked into the track and sent the hay and fork whirling along the top of the barn to the hay mow. When the horses stopped, Papa would trip the horse fork and the hay would go spinning to the mow below.
My job was to drive the team back up to the barn, turn it around, ready for the next load. I had to wait for the hired man while he moved the hay away and my father brought the horse fork back and proceeded to set it into the hay again. The wagon would be unloaded evenly. Sometimes if the fork wasn’t set properly, hay would fall back onto the wagon. this rarely happened when Papa set the fork in it.