Saturday, March 10, 2012

Book Excerpt VII

I followed my father everywhere and did what he did. I grew strong for my age by lifting bales of hay, and carrying milk pails. In the spring, the children helped Dad with plowing by riding on the rock skid hooked to the tractor. We would jump off, throw rocks on it, and jump back on eventually clearing the field for planting. Many evenings after work, much to mother’s chagrin, Dad would destroy the living room by making forts out of the couch cushions for us kids.


  1. your dad looks much different than i remember him..guy

  2. It's not my dad. It is a picture I found of an Allis Chalmers tractor. Actually, the guy does look a little like my dad in his younger years. Thanks for the comment.