It’s an age-old farming dilemma.
Somehow we got a whole mess of machinery in the same place and now it needs to be someplace else.
But there’s only one farmer and one farm wife.
No worries. We make our own farmhands.
With instructions that most likely consisted of ”Y’all follow your Mama, now”,
my little farmhands were happy to oblige.
This is too funny! Look at her sister being the copilot!! You know Keith and Jay both were probably driving this early too. That’s the life of the farm.
Hahahah I have no idea what I would do if that was my life! Id be so clueless.
Jen, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but some people — like me! — have problems seeing the images the way you are hooking them up with flicker, rather than how you used to post them.
Hmmm… Dana I haven’t changed a thing in that regard since the day I started the blog. I will check it out though.
Anyone else having trouble?
Best place to teach a kid to drive is in the field. Bet she LOVED it!! Away from the irrigation!!
See the pics just fine here.
I learned to drive in the middle of a field!! It was great! Especially when my dad pretended the trees were Cadillacs and Mercedes and I was going to cost him a lot of money if I hit one with my beat-up-put-together-with-Bondo Volkswagen Beetle. Such great pics!!! That brought back lots of memories!
Farm kids always learn to drive as soon as they can see over the steering wheel.
Love those pictures!
I was her age when my dad threw me behind the wheel and said don’t get too close to me. lol I had to sit on a pillow to see over out the windshield.
I grew up in Surry County driving pickups…dump trucks…tractors…the pictures took me back thanks.
(btw…Debbie Warthan and I graduated HS together… Richie and my Andy played ball together, etc) There was no cotton farming when I was driving the vehicles- it was peanuts and corn and soybeans… I could barely reach the pedals… thanks again for the walk down memory lane
I think it is good for children to learn a good work ethic, I am an only child and grew up on a dairy farm. I can remember being the runner for my parents when I was very small. I learned to work for what I wanted and that money does not grow on trees. It usually came when we sold a cow or calf.