I was very fortunate to be raised on a farm. Dad grew potatoes, hay, wheat, peas, and sugar beats. The crops I remember, anyway. I liked pea the best. I could go into the field and eat all I wanted. I remember helping Mother fix a big meal to feed the threshing crew. Dad would hire a big thresher and crew when the wheat was ready to harvest.
This is me sitting on the "gunny" sacks ( used to put potatoes in).
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