My dad got out my grandpa's tractor to clean it up. I recognized the sound of that old tractor coming down the road. So many memories. My grandpa could work magic with that tractor. Every summer my grandpa would lift us high in the apple trees to fill our brown paper sacks full of apples. I always felt safe in the old green bucket with my grandpa at the wheel.
I doubt if my grandpa ever power washed his tractor. He would have enjoyed watching my dad wash it up. He would have just smiled and shook his head.
I miss my grandpa. He always made us feel welcomed. No matter how crazy my kids were, he always said they made his day. I am thankful for the impact this man has had on my life.
Always a hard working farmer...
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