A while back I saw our son, Russ, taking his son to look at Grandpa Bob’s old farm truck.
I couldn’t figure out what they were doing. It wasn’t until later that I found out that Russ was giving Harrison an education.
Russ was showing the hand crank in the truck door that worked the window.
It was something Grandpa had that none of their cars had. The crank was very interesting to Harrison.
I wonder what else we have around that would be considered ancient. I think that in the attic there’s a dial telephone that was attached to the wall by a cord. How in the world did we call on that phone without buttons?
Going for a drive down our lane is very interesting some days.
Because of the tall corn growing on our farm, we don’t get a great view of the landscape, but we still enjoy our rides…well usually.
Today, a flying grasshopper flew right at me and hit me in the face. Actually, it hit me in my glasses. I was so happy I was wearing my glasses as I’m not sure if that grasshopper could have damaged me.
Also, Bob and I don’t talk much as we drive. Some bugs, like this grasshopper, could end up in one of our mouths. (Once I swallowed a Junebug! Yuck!)
I wanted to write this blog about getting hit by a grasshopper but had a hard time getting one to stand still long enough to take its picture.
I finally got this photo of two on the ground. I know it’s out of focus, but those bugs are fast. They don’t sit long enough to say ‘cheese’.
Bob and Sunny were on the grasshopper search with me, hunting slower ones that I could capture with my camera.
Just a word of warning, when driving out in the country, wear safety glasses or a helmet and keep your mouth shut.