Reinhardt Family History
Memories of Eggs and Chickens
Stories from Neil Reinhardt
The roads when I was growing up were not paved or even graveled. A section of the road about two miles long was taken care of by some farmer. He was called the Path Master. My dad was the Path Master south of our farm one mile to the town line, and north one mile to what is now known as Pioneer Road.
The township supplied the road drag and dad was paid for the time he worked with his team of horses pulling it. The drag sat by the side of the road near our house. Often the farmers would come and get it to drag their driveways and to fill in the ruts. There was very little gravel on the road, in some places none. At one time during the year, the farmers that lived along the road got together and hauled gravel from the quarry in Marblehead. The ones who hauled gravel got credit on their taxes, and those that didn't help, paid the full tax. They called hauling gravel "working off their poll tax".
Snow was never plowed from the roads as it is today. The farmers that had to go anywhere traveled by horse and sleigh. When the snow got too deep for the horse and sleigh, they went through the fields where the snow was not as deep.
During the Winter of 1927-1928 I hauled milk with horses to Galloway and West. We had an extra amount of snow that winter. Most of the time I did not travel on the road. I only went in the road when I had to cross a bridge or creek. The main thing I carried with me on the sleigh was a scoop shovel to dig the horses out of the snow banks when we got stuck, and a good pair of wire cutters to cut fences when I had to go in the fields.
As I think back I remember cars with chains on the wheels - not to get through the snow, but to get through the mud in the summertime after a wet spell! Once a car went by where the chain had come off the wheel and was dragging behind. Mrs Dolan, our neighbor, said to mother "Don't you think it would trip them up?"