Posted 5/3/2021 16:59 (#8985394 - in reply to #8985366) Subject: I sure wish I was
Half as a tough as I was then. Hell, a quarter! I think today’s “Safety experts” would have a fit at most of the things we did. An uncle started me driving an old WD at seven. I couldn’t use the foot clutch, but I could the hand clutch. The fall I turned nine, when I got off of the school bus, my job was to go get the Deere G and pull wagons in and dump the ear corn. But of course, nothing was that simple back then. As the wagons didn’t have hoists, I had to pull them onto a lift and unhook them. Then I tied up the wagon tongue so it wouldn’t dig into the ground when I lowered the wagon. Then, I moved the tractor over to the pto shaft for the grain elevator. It also drove a tumblebug that raised and lowered the wagon. A lot of work for a nine year old. Today, someone would call Child Protective Services.