Summertime Memories

Summertime Memories

We are heading into one of my favorite times of year, summer. Having grown up in a small farming community in Kansas memories of childhood summers generally include long lines at the grain elevator and detasseling corn. My sister, five years my senior and much braver and adventurous as a teen, earned her summer spending money driving a wheat truck for a local farmer. I however, being far less daring, decided to earn my keep by detasseling corn. Little did I realize that meant getting up before the crack of dawn in order to get out to the field before the Kansas humidity set in. Occasionally, a farmer would forget to turn off his irrigation system for the detasseling crew. Nothing quite like getting hit square in the back with an icy cold jet of water at five in the morning! My husband says he has had showers worse than that, but I doubt it. One thing is for certain, I wouldn't trade those Kansas summers and "farm work" experience for anything. In fact, I'm thinking it's just about time for my son to get some of that "experience" for himself!
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