I grew up on a dairy farm in the rural countryside of Vermont on the east coast of the US. It was my Grandfather’s farm and I was put to work as soon as I was able to complete a task reliably! One of my fondest memories is the first time I was allowed to go out and rake the hay alone with the tractor and rake after the morning milking. My Grandfather was in the field next to me raking so I wasn’t really by myself, but he was far enough away to give me independence but close enough to help if needed. I remember riding along on the tractor singing and whistling the theme song to “Green Acres” over and over again with a huge smile on my face! I was 11 at the time so driving on my own was a huge deal to me! I remember pulling the tractor and rake into my Grandparents’ dooryard under a big maple tree and hopping off with a permanent grin on my face headed in for lunch. I was a little sad because it was over but felt accomplished and eager for the next time. I don’t think my Grandad ever had a more eager field hand! I went on to run all the equipment eventually, but my first time has a special place in my heart. My Grandad has been gone for 8 years now and I have moved away from the family farm, but my Dad takes my kids for rides on the tractors when we go to visit and one day I will teach my kids to drive them as well. Thanks for the post @solcross, this was a great trip down memory lane!
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Wish I could give you a bigger vote. Bless your grandpa's soul... And your kids getting to experience what you experienced is priceless.
Thanks for the resteem by the way. Following your blog. Cheers