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Forgiving Fathers
As a young boy I lived on a farm in Amo, Indiana. My dad was harvesting corn one day and I was begging him to let me drive the tractor. I had to be probably in the 4th or 5th grade. So, my dad was on the combine, and he let me drive the tractor and wagon full of corn from the corn field to a corn crib where my job was let the corn out of the wagon onto a corn elevator “conveyor” that would take the corn up into the corn crib. Don’t ask how I did it, but I got the corn elevato
bombeidarrell
Feb 122 min read
