These pictures are of me and my father on the old farm tractor that he and my grandfather used for farming. When I look at these pictures it brings back memories for my early childhood of seeing the tractor being used to plow the fields. The engine of the tractor made a distinct powerful sound as it pulled the plows that prepared the soil for the planting of the next crops. As the disc plow began to break the fertile ground you could begin to smell the pungent aroma of the rich earth. Farming in those days was a profitable occupation and my father and grandfather had many years of abundant crops of cotton, corn, purple hull peas, cantaloupes, and watermelons.
I seem to be having a great time being on the tractor with my father and pretending to drive it by myself. I have heard that we inherit genes from our ancestors that gives us likes and dislikes in our lives. I think that my great grandson, Caden surely inherited this gene that gave him a fondness for tractors. The next two pictures show him with me and with my son, his grandfather, on my lawn tractor. Every time he comes over to our house the first thing that he wants to do is to go sit on the tractor and pretend that he is driving it.
For Caden's second birthday we found this tractor and knew that it was the perfect birthday present. As you can see from the picture, he certainly enjoys "my tractor" when he comes to visit us.
These are the memories that we make that make life enjoyable.