Seeds of Good Deeds
Growing up on a farm in Minnesota was very good for me and it taught me things that I have used ever since. Working hard and having chores to do has given me a work ethic that has served me well all these years. I was thinking recently about planting the crops. I am sure they are far more advanced these days but back then we had a four row planter. It had four compartments for seed. One for each row and a companion compartment for each which held fertilizer. At least that is how I remember it. Dad always did the planting and my job was to wait at the end of the row in the pickup which held bags of seed corn and fertilizer. When Dad got to the pickup he would stop and I would help him get the bags, cut them open and fill the planter back up again. There were times when we had to replant because of hail or heavy rain. We had one low spot in the field which was very susceptible to getting rained out. It was the first place Dad would check when we had a lot of rain. If