Ben Mukkala, Author: Sawdust and Woodchips

The Lumberjacks Shanty Boys we called them. They came from everywhere some were orphans, some were drifters, some were bums. They were the product of a nation that didn't seem to care, wanderers who marched to different drums. Few were educated, most could neither read nor write but they harnessed heart and muscle with a will. The hours they worked were killers, from dawn til no more light but their labors built our nation on a hill. Machines do heavy liftin’ now where Shanty Boys once strode. Their times, though not forgotten, didn't last. They were giants in their hey-day but they have passed on down the road, the sawdust and the woodchips of our past. 5.5 x 8.5 - 222 pages - Paperback - large print I just finished SAWDUST and WOODCHIPS and I have to tell you it is the best lumbering-UP book I have ever read. I learned a lot of new information. I especially enjoyed the Art Keeler story and learning about your Yellow Dog cabin!! Thank you! rick-petoskey I have never had a writer captu