Originally posted by rgknief60 Thanks for the kind words, Bob. I wish I'd taken pictures of the rest of the equipment Grandpa
built. That is the only thing that did not sell at the auction, or did not get broken down and sold
for scrap. Pre-digital days. Dad grew up on the farm, and it's where I learned what it meant to
disc with the wind, no cab, on Grandpa's Case tractors. Fond memories of one summer at
the farm.
Roger
Many years ago, I did a walk around on the farm my mom's parents farmed. The bridge my dad build over the crick in the Forties was gone. House was gone, barn was gone, but corn crib was still there. I eventually found where the ponds had been, which I hadn't visited since I was about 11 years old. I found my granpa's old dump-type hay rake, parked near a shade tree, where it must have been for decades.
I didn't ask permission of the farm's then owners. My uncle, who still lived in a nearby town, said, "If you run into anybody, just tell 'em who you are." I only took a few pictures, and some memories, And I only left a few foot prints behind. I didn't see any people, and the cows I met only wanted to know if I might have a bale of hay concealed somewhere about my person.