What is your story? : It was about 1949, eastern Nebraska. During the summer months, the father of my only classmate had a heart attack and died. Shortly after school started, neighbors from a 5-mile radius came to their place. They brought tractors with mounted corn pickers, wagons, extra tractors to tow full wagons in and the empty ones back to the field. This was ear corn, not shelled yet. No combines. The neighborhood women prepared a feast for lunch. The local fuel supply company sent out a truck load to keep everyone going. There were Oliver 88's, Farmall M's, John Deere G's, a Massey-Harris 44. The permanent corn crib was filled, then some temporary ones made of wire mesh. Just neighbors being neighbors.
Hometown : Yantis, Texas