I was raised in southeast Oklahoma in the hills.. We didn't have running water, electricity or natural gas,,
We had a well, wood and outhouse,, No tractor just an old mule name Don,, did have an old truck and when it wasn't
too muddy we could drive it to town about 10 miles away..
So my first Job was hoe,, you heard right a hoe,, I had more hoe time than the best in Vegas,, When I was old enough
to leave and joint the Army (16) my Grandpa said you sure you want to leave all of this behind and joint something you
don't know what going on?
I joined the Army the next day,, off to Fort Polk La. Then to sunny Asia where we walked a lot and looked for bad guys..
After my time was served the captain said we sure would like for you to re-up we like your style and
we believe you will do well here,, I was on my way back to Oklahoma the next day..
I was welcome back with open arms and a hoe,, but we had advanced some, we had electricity, running water, propane and an indoor outhouse..
That when I decided to head to Texas to make my mark,, some went west to California while others went east to New York,,
but not me I went south to Texas cause I heard they didn't have any hoes there only Chemical plants,,
35 years as a Technical Adviser on process control and trouble shooting,, Then one day one of the VP said we like your work ethics and
we would like to promote you to Senior TA.. I retired the next day,,
So I've come full circle,, been farming and ranching for the last 8 years full time,, but not making any money at it but we didn't make any money
at it when we farmed in Oklahoma,, but we always ate good,, just like now..
I still like the feel of a good hoe. Sometimes I may have one in each hand.. Lou
This story may not be exact but close.. lol..