Thursday, January 31, 2019
My sympathy to the family. I would sure like to see the family. I haven't seen Author since I don't recall when. My wife Lori lost her cousin to cancer & her funeral is the same day. One of my fondest memories of Uncle Art was when I was 4-5 years old during wheat harvest. We had just finished harvesting one field, preparing to move to an adjacent field. I don't recall the circumstances but there was a grain truck left in the finished field & no one to move it to the uncut field. Somehow I was in the vicinity & Uncle Art put me behind the wheel of the truck. While standing on the running board, he put the truck in 1st gear & let the clutch out, instructing me where to drive the truck & to turn the ignition key off when I got there. I couldn't reach the foot pedals so drove slowly at idle speed. I recall driving past my Dad driving a combine & proudly waving at him. My Dad had me driving shortly thereafter! I fondly recall this story, telling it on occasion as it seems appropriate, along with many other memorable events growing up on the farm.
Ken
