Hubby went on a cleaning spree last night, while I had the energy of a slug. Seriously. So to make up for it, I spent some quality time downstairs cleaning out a cabinet for him to bring upstairs to the kitchen. For extra storage so I can aim to not have so many piles on the dining table and kitchen peninsula, and to make it easier to stick a baby gate up so I don’t have to shoo kidlets out of the kitchen.
While sorting through my various crap in the cabinet and gathering a fair amount of garbage, I came across these.
This is what my happy memories of childhood involve.
That’s Grandma and Papa in the foreground. Grandma died suddenly in 2000, Papa not-so-suddenly in 2006.
And I burst into tears. I miss my grandmas.
We were on the cover of some magazine, I forget which one. Those are their 3 combines, and one of the wheat trucks. I think at the time there were 3, maybe 4 wheat trucks. Back when you could actually make some money farming. I got to ride combines, wheat trucks, maybe even a tractor every once in a while.
And I remember that dusty old Mercedes bus… Grandma and I had plans to fix it up at one point. I thought it was so cool.