Reader Comments on Here in New England: Egg Deliveries from YankeeMagazine.com http://www.yankeemagazine.com/rss/index.php Sun, 12 Feb 2012 22:11:37 +0100 FeedCreator 1.7.2 http://www.yankeemagazine.com/issues/2008-05/features/farmers Oh what a blessing to have Bert.We get use to seeing him on fridays and you forget how much of a part of our towns he is .It brings us back to a time when mother was home with the kids and they were playing in the yard with no worry.Oh how I long for that simple time.Thank you Bert for showing us life don't have to be so fast.And the people are proud to have you . Yankee Publishing (rss@ypi.com) Fri, 23 May 2008 10:44:11 +0100 http://www.yankeemagazine.com/issues/2008-05/features/farmers I have known Bert since I moved to town with my family in 1966. He would drive up Park Street and make his stops. My little ones would wait on the porch for him on Friday morning. He was the kindest, most soft-spoken man I had ever met. To this day I still get my eggs from him. In the old days I would get veggies and his home-made sausage when he had it. He is a legend in our community. God bless him. We could do with more people like him. Yankee Publishing (rss@ypi.com) Thu, 05 Jun 2008 21:19:20 +0100 http://www.yankeemagazine.com/issues/2008-05/features/farmers I worked for Bert for three summers and two winters starting in the summer of 1984 at the age of 14 and continued till the Summer of 1986. He got up each morning and his mother would cook him breakfast. I would come at 9a and work with him till he would break at noon. His mom (90+yrs. old long, long gray hair tied up in a bun.) would fix us lunch and always serve her home made deserts. ( strawberry-rhubarb pie, or honey and biscuits. Then he would retire each night at dark. It was my first job. My sister Bobbie was notorious for her keen ability to talk and get in trouble by doing so. Bobbie was a talking point by Bert and I on occasion. Each time I'd come home to visit him and due to my looks changing, all I'd have to do is say, "I am Bobbie's sister Sandra that worked for you." Then He'd remember and we'd talk about Bobbie again. I worked with him year round, cleaning stalls , collecting his eggs, helping him hay, sap, hoe, and best of all for someone my age- run his tractors. Out in the fields we'd share the same water jug, it was just the way it was. I loved working for him, and he loved me working for him. At the age of 16 we moved to Florida. I still call and come to see him as I can. I do miss him. I recall when his mom died and Edna his sister came to fill in. Edna and I rarely saw each other and the only conversation I remember having with her was in ref to striped pants and how that was one style she remembered and she thought it was amazing how styles go around and come around. Bert will always have a dear place in my heart. I pray he lives long enough for me to be to see him again. I love you Bert- Sandra "Bobbies" Sister 863-224-5804 Yankee Publishing (rss@ypi.com) Mon, 27 Oct 2008 16:45:18 +0100