"I was a very poor corn picker. I always sprained my wrist with doing that. Some of them were pretty tough. A good corn picker, some of them would pick a hundred bushel a day which was BIG! … You had to pull that ear off the shank and was growed onto the stalk. Some of them pulled off hard, and you sprained your wrist doing that. You had a little hook on your hand. Some had a hook, some had a peg as they called it – just a little peg, the others hooks, two or three different kinds to pull the shuck back so you could get a hold of the ear… Someone who had a sheller, as they called it, and you would have them come in. And then you would have about four men that would scoop the corn [from the corn crib] onto the conveyer that take it into the sheller. You'd just keep working at it until it was done. One ring right after another. Maybe you didn't do all of the rings at one time. And the cobs, you would take them and you'd have what they called a cob house. And you would fill the cob house full of cob. That was to go in the cook stove. We burned cobs in the cook stove."