Emily has been employed for wages since she was thirteen years old. Leaving her five dollar an hour stocking job at the corner candy story was a concern when she moved here, but relieved by receipt of an allowance. I once overheard her say to Hamilton, "Remember, we get a regular allowance now." No idea what concerned him; nice his little sister knew the answer.
I took the two of them around to all the local employers last February. They put in applications at the nursery and all the restaurants. The only employer skipped was Heritage Farms; we just missed on connecting. Hamilton, Emily and Laura spent most of the summer in volunteer jobs.
Toward the end of summer, leaving her library job, Emily asked how near we were to Heritage Farms, and could we just go by. This time we got lucky and caught Carol coming out her kitchen door. She and Emily went back in the farmhouse for an interview. Emily came out with a stack of employment papers to fill out and return. She was hired.
Miss Emily spent the last six weeks at hard physical labor, just another one of the local youngsters. The farm's first fall event is Pumpkin Pandemonium. The crew cleared the hayride trail. They built a corn maze.
Not all October weekends have been warm and sunny. Emily has spent shifts in the rain. "It's OK, Gramma. We worked in the barn today."
The barn with the fireplace to keep warm. I believe I have not mentioned the portable toilets. But at nine in the morning of cold Saturdays and Sundays, she was off up the path to the barn, in her sturdy work boots.
Pumpkin Pandemonium with rows and rows of pumpkins for children to select and parents to carry away. I took these pictures when I arrived at closing time and the grounds were clearing.
The last day she worked Pumpkin Pandemonium the farm closed early. Rain. Emily hustled down the path when she saw her carriage in the parking area. And didn't lose a boot on the way.
Next weekend they will take down and store all the pumpkin event trappings and start the preparations for Christmas trees. She's already walked all the "cut your own" fields, tagging trees ready to cut. She loves it. I can't imagine using a portable toilet in sub freezing weather. Gumption and a good pair of boots can take you a long way.