Re: The seven detasseling seasons I’ll never get back (Dishing It Out by Andrea Macko, July 4, 2012)
First of all, I enjoy your column every week.
I am a former resident of St. Marys, now living in Victoria and read with great interest your memories of the “de-tasseling seasons” and the corn fields!
I, too, was a “de-tasseler” years and years ago. My memories date back to the 1950s. A group of us (all girls) would meet in the downtown area of St. Marys, early each morning and a truck would come by and we would ride in the back to our destination. The destination would be a farm in the surrounding rural area of St. Marys. I had no idea where we were working or whose farm we were at, but all very pleasant surrounding and lots of fun with my group as well as hard work, as we both know.
This was my summer employment as a collegiate student for a few years, so I became the “St. Marys Contact!” I remember my friend, Jean, was not the “required height.” As we were very good friends, I pleaded with the supervisor to hire her and I promised I would walk in the row beside her and pull the tassels she could not reach.
This was a great job and I really liked it (other than the rainy days), probably because it was outside and the extra money at that time was very good. Always with a fun group, too.
I still have a reminder of these days, by the terrible sunburn blemishes on my shoulders, as well. We were unaware of the sun damage in those days.
This “job” has come up in various conversations with people over the years and most have no idea what I am talking about!
I am a great grandmother now in my 70s, still very active — golf, curling, rollerblading, working a day a week in a clothing boutique, but remember vividly those “good old days” in the corn fields.
I just couldn’t let this go by, without a response.
Beth (Slater) Senini, Victoria BC