My late husband had all kinds of things happen to him while farming, afterward he would recount them to me.
Some stories were about machinery breakdowns. This one concerned wild weather.
No matter what happened, Bob laughed. Even this time, when he almost bought-the-farm.
I continue to live on the farm. Though others work the ground, Bob’s heart and soul is still here on Sunnybook Farm.
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In May 1988, I found Bob doing a lot of farm figuring in the middle of the night.
Bob’s work-life concerned farming 24/7. This night he was trying to make plans for spring. Everything looked good on paper, but…
Thinking about farming happened at night and during the day. Until planting was complete, Bob’s life centered on farming.
I did drive a tractor and worked up the ground before Bob planted. But it wouldn’t take much imagination to figure out that I handled a lot of our family activities.
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This column tells about one of Bob’s birthdays and what our young children decided to give him in 1989.
The gifts that Robby, Becky, Russell, and Rachel gave their Dad that year tell a lot about each of them. Just listen and see what I mean.
Today, gift giving also shows my children’s personality. After all these years, they haven’t changed too much, well, maybe Rob has.
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Without a heated machine shed, farm projects waited for spring and warm weather. That meant winter was a time for things needing doing inside the house.
The list was long and we knew that everything wouldn’t get done. So the most pressing was attacked. This is about the one project Bob tackled.
If we were lucky the house project would be finished before spring or it wait until another winter came our way. This time the bathroom work was finished in time.
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It was January, Bob had no farm work and he was on vacation from the canning company. Of course, he couldn’t sit still. There had to be a project that needed doing. Housework didn’t count.
He found a window that needed fixing. I was drafted to drive tractor and … Well you’ll have to listen and find out what Bob had me doing.
Lifting Bob in a tractor bucket wasn’t fun, but somehow he found chores that needed me driving and raising him up.
I always held my breath doing this kind of work with Bob. I also had my fingers crossed.
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