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On stovebolt they were talking about who growing up on a farm. While I didn't live on a farm we lived
right next to a field. It wasn't a big field but it was still a field and just inside the city limits. Most of
the time it was planted to Milo. But I remember it also being alfalfa, wheat, and can't forget when it was planted to
corn at least once. That was a time I THOUGHT Dad was slower than me. Can't remember all the details
just running though the stalks looking back and laughing, "Dad can't catch me." Bamm!!! Boy did I swallow hard
when I turned around to see what I ran in to. You guessed it. Dad, he had simply ran around the outside
of the field watching the stalks move to know exactly where I was at.
Dad bought the field and hobby farmed it. You can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country
out of the boy.
He farmed until the state bought their home to make way for the much needed overpass.
Here is a picture of my nephew Nick and my Grandpa Wiggins, Nick's Great Gpa. Checking out the harvest.
Growing up at 607 gave me the best of both rural and city living. I walked 8 blocks to grade school, three
to high school, just cross street and the R.R. tracks and be at the city park. When I felt like
rural living I'd simply walk down to the creek to go hunting, or as Jimmy would say "go on an incredible journey".
There was seldom a time when there was nothing to do. If we weren't hunting or fishing we were in Dad's shop out
back working on our bikes or go-kart.
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