Back when Tim and I were in our pre-teens, our Uncle Ned was overwhelmed in the spring with all the farm work during the day until we could help after school. Since we were in school all week, he saw the need to hire someone to assist him with plowing and preparing for the spring planting of corn and soybeans. He hired a guy who looked "old" to us, but was probably in his early 20's. His name was Dolly M. and he was from Kentucy, if I recall correctly. Uncle Ned related a humorus story about Dolly. As soon as the fields were plowed, Ned told Dolly to take the tractor and go down the lane and bring back the Culti-packer. This was essentially a long round roller with ridges in it to break up the dirt clods before planting. Dolly came back with a harrow, and Ned said, "No, I wanted the Culti-packer. He went back down the lane the 2nd time and came back with the disk. Ned said again, this time no doubt in his best former Marine Corps sargeant's manner with all the volume and expletives, "I SAID the CULTI-PACKER! Running low an patience, he told Dolly to ride down with him on the tractor. When they got back down the lane he pointed and said, "THAT is the Culti-packer!" Dolly then slowly replied in his Southern drawl, "Ohhhhh, well back home we call that a "dough roller"! After that, Tim, Sue, and I called him "Dolly the Dough Roller". A few years ago, Tim told me he ran into him at one of the local taverns and Dolly, who Tim said had "a few too many", told Tim he was ready to "go outside and fight" him because he always thought we were making fun of him! (We were) Tim, who is quick with words told him that we wern't and that seemed to calm him down some (with a little help from my brother offering to buy him another Budweiser). I sure hope Dolly isn't "on line" or this could get very expensive for all of us kids!
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