The FIELD before us...
Good Evening Men! When I was a young boy around ten years old, our family lived on a farm that was no longer productive. It had several barns on the property and several dirt roads that would carry you from one field to another. There was about 26 acres in all. My brother and I spent many hours and days especially during the Summer time exploring the entire farm. I was the son that wanted to help Dad around the farm. Not all the time mind you, but I always had a feeling that if I helped Dad, I would end up having fun someway. This particular day, Dad had decided to plow the upper field on the back of the farm near Back Creek that ran through the edge of the property. I had always enjoyed that area of the farm. I thought that Dad wanted me to look through the field and pull out rocks that might damage the Bottom Plow that trailed the Massey-Harris Pony tractor that we had on the farm. Me and Jim had always wanted to drive the tractor bu...