Remembering Life On A Wheat Farm

Remembering Life On A Wheat Farm
As a child, I spent most of every August riding in the wheat truck with my Dad. It’s difficult to describe those summers and how my life was impacted by those yellow kernels. Wheat Harvest Usually, I rode in the full back of the truck, with my bare toes and legs buried in the wheat, while he drove the truck from the field to the grain bins. He would back the truck to a hopper, and once in position, he used the truck’s hydraulic system to lift the bed of the truck, allowing the wheat to flow through a small opening into the hopper.  An auger would pull the wheat from the hopper up a long metal tube into the top of the grain bin. Dad would stand and watch as the wheat disappeared up the tube, adjusting the hydraulic lift and the opening so the flow of … Read More