I recall riding on the horse drawn hay rake as a child. Every so often he'd pull a lever and dump the load.
Later the same horse would be hitched to the hay wagon and all the kids would trample the load down tight.
Later the same horse would be hitched to a rope and a hay clamp would lift the hay into the loft above the cattle barn.
The local farmer had about 6 cows and the wife did all the milking by hand while occasionally giving the barn cat a squirt or two.
They had a hand operated creamer that would separate the cream.
Now that was nice thick cream.
They kept the milk and cream hanging on a cord into the well hole as fridges were not available and ice was costly.
When we came from the city we would bring the old phone books that served a second life in the outhouse and were much appreciated.
In the winter they did not plow the snow but rather rolled it to compact it for the sleds to glide on.
That was at my maternal granpa's neighbors place that we'd visit every so often.
Sweet memories.