When it came to farming, there was a sharp learning curve getting me up-to-speed every spring. Each year I had to relearn which leaver to pull or push to get my field cultivator in and out of the ground.
Sometimes there were accidents. This one wasn’t my fault. Listen as I read from May 1990 to hear what happened.
I figure I’m lucky to be here. I could have been a statistic that day. Of course, after Bob’s pep talk I debated about getting back up in the driver’s seat. I did, but with trepidation.
There are all kinds of farm stories. This is just one.
FYI: Remember when you are driving country roads to have patience for those slow-moving farm machines. Farmers are just trying to get safely to their next field.
Have you ever seen a ghost? My dad was sure he saw one when he was a kid.
Listen as I read his story about the neighborhood ghost.
My grandmother, Dad’s mom, wouldn’t have been surprised if this ghost was real. She believed in the supernatural.
After Grandma Brush passed, my sister was sleeping in her bedroom. She woke at midnight and saw a spirit above her. Too bad Karen ducked below her covers in fear. It was November 1, Grandma’s birthday. Karen later thought she might have seen our grandmother if she had looked at the ghost. Too bad it never happened again.