
Around the age of eight we moved to Napa, Idaho to a 80 acre farm. It had a beautiful home and my mother had a wonderful flower garden as big as our vegetable garden. We had cows, sheep, chickens, alfalfa, wheat, an orchard of fruit trees and sugar beets. When were harvesting sugar beets we'd throw the beets on a truck bed. I was too little to toss them up so they had me drive the truck. Daddy would put me on the seat and tell me to stay with in the rows. At the end of the row Daddy would jump in the truck and turn it down the next row.


You tell wonderful stories; I love to hear them. I love you!
ReplyDeleteLove, Kendy