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Jim Dandy
How many of you remember remember Jim Dandy brand feeds? Well this has little to do with Jim Dandy. Instead, it's about Jim and Dandy.

In the early '50s my Uncle Tyrus had a pair of mules which he named Jim and Dandy. They were good mules and worked as a team as well as any mules I have ever seen or heard of. Uncle Tyrus was real fond of Jim and Dandy and, I suppose they were of him also. I can 't recall him ever raising a hand to either of them. His voice yes, but never his hand.

Once when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old, I went with Uncle Tyrus to play under a big old oak tree at the edge of a field while he mowed his five acres of alfalfa. He was using an old horse drawn (in this case mule drawn) sickle bar mower. It was a really hot day and, as most of you know, alfalfa mowing is a pretty dusty job. Thatís where the problems started.

Uncle Tyrus always took a gallon jug of ice water with him to the field. The old oak tree where I liked to play was a good place to stash the water jug. After about four times around the field Uncle Tyrus was covered with alfalfa dust and thirsty so he stopped near the tree to get a cold drink. A couple of mistakes here. (1) He didn't raise and secure the mower arm and (2) He stopped Jim and Dandy right on top of a huge wasp nest.

When I heard the commotion, I looked over there and saw the mules headed across the field at a run. They had their noses in the air and were braying and kicking up their heels and the alfalfa dust was really flying. Uncle Tyrus was in hot pursuit. The cussin' would have made any sailor proud. I learned several new words that day and I'm sure the neighbors down the road did also.

Finally, after the mules had mowed a couple of high-speed rounds by themselves, Uncle Tyrus got them stopped. I was a little afraid to get close to him, considering that I knew he would never hit Jim or Dandy and that he wanted to hit something real bad, but I walked over to where he was standing covered with dust and took the water jug.

His only comment to this day was 'Fastest I have ever got that field mowed.'

Fortunately, the mower was not damaged, Uncle Tyrus was not hurt and the mules, other than a couple of wasp stings, were okey. There were some interesting patterns mowed in the alfalfa though.

Submitted By: Jim W. (Whizz) from Va on 2000-07-20

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