Fleeting Thoughts:
1969 would have been the first crop year owning the farm via a contract for deed; the prior two years we were renting the farm. On a day just as great as this, big sister, four-year-old Carrie, would have been helping mind year-and-a half-old Kevin as I was behind the wheel of an older pickup, heading down the tar road pulling a flare box full of soybeans to the Buffalo Lake Elevator. Seat belts . . . were in 1968 new vehicles. We only had Carrie’s arm across Kevin’s chest as he was in between us. Grand times farming.