The Sack Man

November 12, 2008

One of the familar rituals on a dairy farm was the regular buying and selling of feed sacks. Emptied by the cows, feed sacks were then sold back to a broker for a small fee. The broker would then sell the sacks to the feed providers. It was a never-ending cycle that was part of the business.

My family had a nickname for the local Sack Man: “Saklas,” a sort of hybrid Greek/broken English word. Apparently the Sack Man’s real name was Wolson.

Every few weeks the scene went like this: Saklas/Wolson would come to buy the Morekis Dairy’s empty sacks, usually for about $15-20 a visit. He and Big Yiayia would negotiate prices; not always a pretty sight since, in the words of my Thea Helen, “He would come and she’d have a different price each time. You couldn’t fool her out of a nickel.”

Apparently, Saklas/Wolson had a little crush on Thea Nora.  Sadly, Saklas was not the smoothest operator.

“One day he came and said, ‘I’ve got something for you,'” remembers Nora. “I went to his truck and he gave me a box of chocolates — that he’d sat down in. They were all smashed. I said, ‘Dern, what are these? I can’t eat these.'”


One Response to “The Sack Man”

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