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My first paid job was on our family orchard in 1970 when I was 13 years old.
One particular block of apples was close-planted in one direction so it could only be cultivated during summer one way which left tall dry grass up and down the tree line.
My brother and I in the summer holidays accepted dad’s offer to hoe around the base of each tree to clear the dry grass away. At a pay rate of one cent per tree we worked for the majority of our school holidays as we had a plan for our ‘payday'.
After many blisters and sunburn we retired as we had each hoed around 900 trees.
This gave us our first paycheck of a whopping $9 each.
We now had enough to buy our first transistor radio each, which we treasured for many years.
The job taught me a lot; firstly to not recommend it as a career for anyone, but I guess it also taught me how a good work ethic will reap rewards.
We still get a bit of mileage out of the memory when we have family catch-ups.
Looking back on those days I now realise they stood me in good stead for my working life.