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Lapel, In | "One of the worst parts of going to a sale is having to watch the face of the owner, as his life's work goes under the rambling mumbles of the auctioneer."
I was only 13 when my dad was forced to quit farming in 1953 .Probably his own fault to a large degree as I believe there is sometimes a judgement that none of us can escape. Won't share any more details that that. I remember like it was yesterday, dad sitting at the kitchen table, hunkered over that silver gray lockbox with all the receipts of the equipment sale that day and crying like a baby and after watching all that equipment going out the driveway.Probably the toughest was the tractor that he was so proud of and watching it sell for only about half price that it should have sold for. All $1,900 of it in that lockbox represented his whole life's work after having a great start with more than one break that he got in his early career.I vowed right then that I would get his back in the line of work that he was very good at and a life that he loved dearly.
Then on February,11, 1973 while stopping by the farm that I farmed to gather the eggs from the chickens he had bought a few months earlier, he said that he was going to buy a 4020 and rent a farm that I was sure he could have rented. Later that evening he died of a massive heart attack in a bowling alley. It brought some comfort to know that I almost made my vow become a reality. | |
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Some days are not my days. lol
