Büsseldorf’s Tales of the Midwest – Silo Factory

Yeah, I remember growing up me and my friends would hang out at the gates of the old silo factory, talking big about what we’d do with all the money we were gonna make working there. 

We’d watch the guys going in and coming out, and we knew one that’d be us.  Out here in Funk’s Grove, those silos ain’t just a job.  No, siloings a legacy.

It wasn’t easy work, running those silos, but my grandad had done it and my father had done it.  There wasn’t much else to do round here, just farming and siloing, and I was born and bred to be a siloer.

Posted on June 7, 2011, in Traveling and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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