Drill Ye Tarriers Drill
By John W. Vander Velden
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But it was seeing that
canal in Illinois, seeing the aqueduct and lock, considering the ninety miles
of trench dug…by hand…that made the words of that song we sang, years before,
leap out of my past. The thought of tons
upon tons of soil moved by men and their shovels amazed me.
It was not only canals
that demanded the toil and sweat of bent backs.
There is an old drainage tile that crosses my farm, eight foot of heavy
clay soil cover it at its deepest. A man
worked all summer to put in that tile…by hand.
The railroads, ribbons of steel that cross the country, the first ties
and rails were laid…by hand. Mines, which
supplied the resources our young country demanded, were dug…by hand. The grand old barns with their tons of “hand”
hewed beams were raised on the backs of men.
But the past’s toil was not reserved for males. Women may have had different obligations but
often those duties required hard, long hours, working around the home and in
the fields.
We forget the labor
demanded of past generations. We forget
when honest sweat was a symbol of honor.
We forget that this country was built on the backs of men and
women. So many striving to create
something new.
Yes, the folk song is
about those that carved railroad tunnels through solid rock. They dug the tunnels that made the linking of
our shores possible. But that song
reminds of the countless that accepted the challenges and with their
perspiration changed the world.
(379 Words)
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