Preparations for harvest 2015 have begun. Slow but sure. Jim has never been lucky enough to have a nice shed to work in. He is at the mercy of the weather. If it’s raining, the outside work is put on hold and something else picked up until the sun is shining. As you can tell from the picture, we’ve had a few good days.
Jim bought himself a birthday present – a service body for the new used pickup. Last summer while we were in Montana, we bought the pickup with intentions of turning it into a REAL service truck. So the morning of his birthday, he got up really early to make a trip to LCL Truck Equipment in Hastings.
We’ve had two “service” pickups in our harvesting career. The first one was the 1975 pickup we purchased at the sale of another harvester, Pete Peters. That pickup created quite a lot of memories for our family and we STILL have it.
The ’75 was the first pickup Jamie drove. She was pretty young when she started following the combine from field to field. We were just remembering some of her finer times in that pickup on Easter. The first one that comes to mind is the first time she drove it all by herself. This was in Lodgepole, NE. She couldn’t quite sit back in the seat and reach the gas pedal so Jim rolled up a couple of sweatshirts to put behind her back. It was bloody hot the afternoon Jim told her she was going to follow the combine. She did great! When they reached their destination, Jim was so excited for her and how well she did! He approached the pickup to congratulate her only to realize she had driven the entire time with the windows rolled up. With concern in his voice, he asked her, “Jamie, why didn’t you roll the windows down”? Her reply was, “I didn’t think of it”. I’m sure she was so intent on doing a good job, she didn’t even think about stopping the pickup and rolling down those windows.
The next memory was her following the combine south of Norton, KS. The roads are windy and hilly. Jim was keeping an eye on her via the mirror when all at once he watched her head for the edge of the road and a steep embankment. He had his hand on the two-way ready to ask her what she was doing when all at once, she jerked the pickup back towards the center of the road. It was then that he asked her what in the world she was doing. “There was a fly on my leg and it was biting me”.
The ’75 Ford was retired in 2000 and the 1993 extended cab was purchased and turned into the service truck – until now. Now…we have a REAL service pickup. And he’s a bit overwhelmed with where to put things. I can relate. I know how overwhelming it is just changing purses. I also remember what it was like moving stuff from one Cottage on Wheels to another. I guarantee he’ll move things around a half-dozen times before it works right for him. I’m glad for him. It’s a step up for our fleet and something that will be loved from now until we retire. The big question is…what will its name be?
