Harvest Crew Many small famers can never afford some of the machinery they need to farm. These machines would only be needed once a year for a very short period of time so it wasn't cost effective to own them. A combine was one of these machines only needed for a few days at harvest… Continue reading 42. Bird Dog
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41. …and Back again
That first year in the burg, 78'-79', was about acclimating and figuring out how to fit in with my new classmates. I found my rhythm. The year was full of school and community activities. I assumed that David, Ed and I would be sent to spend the summer with grandpa as we had done almost… Continue reading 41. …and Back again
40. Sunsets & Sunrises
For the five years we lived in the town, Harley had either driven a long haul truck or had been a tour bus driver for Trailways Bus Company. As a tour bus driver he was gone 30 days at a time and a week at a time driving the truck. This is why I have… Continue reading 40. Sunsets & Sunrises
39. Steve
Harley moved us once more, the seventh time since I had started first grade. This move wasn't far and would be the final move before I graduated. Only 7 miles but it put us in another school district. I had gotten used to being the new kid but it was becoming harder to be accepted… Continue reading 39. Steve
38. Out of Kansas…
or "out" in Kansas The journey to Colorado from Kansas in 1978 signaled the end of another era. I would be reinventing myself once again. The new kid in town, trying to fit in with peers that had known each other their entire lives. By this time I had become the ultimate Chameleon for a… Continue reading 38. Out of Kansas…
37. A House is Not a Home
I had seen the photos and heard the stories but it really didn't hit me until I walked up on it. A blue tarp still covered the carport, construction debris strewn about and upon entering... The hurricane had taken the roof and the water poured from above bringing the ceiling and insulation down. The wind… Continue reading 37. A House is Not a Home
36. The Little Kitchen
My brother and nephew picked me up at the airport Friday morning. I hadn’t been back for almost a year and a half. The pandemic, a winter storm that paralyzed the state of Texas for a week and then a catastrophic hurricane kept us from each other’s company. It had been to long. As I… Continue reading 36. The Little Kitchen
35. Refugees
By mid afternoon Sunday we were ready to make the journey home... what did that word really mean? Boards fashioned into a roof and four walls or a pile of ash. Another phone call from Crystal letting us know what we could expect upon our return. This part makes my heart swell a little. That… Continue reading 35. Refugees
34. That Year, 1977, I Hate This Part
We walk into her room. It's dark with the exception of some sunlight and a gentle spring breeze that streams thru an open window. I see her there in a sunbeam. My world collapses. That's not my grandma I hugged just 6 months earlier ...but it is. A skeleton with skin hanging on it lying… Continue reading 34. That Year, 1977, I Hate This Part
33. That Year, 1977
Christmas '76 would turnout to be the beginning of a year of drastic change. Grandma and Grandpa spent Christmas with Uncle Wayne's family this year...or so I assumed. They had to rotate among our many aunts and uncles so we only got them at Christmas once in awhile. This also meant that we would be… Continue reading 33. That Year, 1977