The above picture is of me in the mid 1940’s. I was harrowing a sandy south field on my parent’s farm near Sand Creek, OK in Grant Co. I thought this was a lot of fun. I loved driving anything back then. During a conversation when our son Mark was a young boy, I mentioned the fact I used to help his daddy drive the tractor when he was doing other things. He laughed and said “You drove a tractor”? I told him that I also drove one when I was still living with my family and had a picture somewhere to prove it. Last year, I found this picture amid some pictures Mama left behind. As the old sayings goes; a picture is worth a thousand words My daddy purchased this tractor from the Silers who lived close to Cherokee. After using our horses; Tom, Kate and an ornery horse named Bill who had a mind of his own, this was quite a change in farming. When Kate died, we used her son Pat until Daddy and Mama sold the others after we got the old tractor. There was a grove of Catalpa trees south of where I am working the field. Daddy sat in the trees watching me until he was sure I would not have any problems. Our house sat just behind the umbrella in the distant trees. Willis was in the Navy and Mama was never good about driving anything…not even a car. So I was Daddy’s helper. Lila was too small, but I can attest to the fact that she would have tried. She was one “Gutsy” little girl. With no power steering, the steering wheel was not easy to turn. I wore a turban to keep the dirt from settling in my long hair, but I still had to take a bath when I was finished. I never liked any dirt on my body and especially under my fingernails. Lila could dig all day in the dirt and never once was bothered with getting dirty.

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