Toy Box Tractors

My earliest memory of Grandma, was, of course, the “Tractor Grandma”. It was the highlight of our trip to get to the end of the road, as I literally thought it was at the time, and get to grandmas house! It always seemed like the drive took days and days and days and the road got worse and worse and worse. When the car would finally start slowing down on that bumpy gravel road that went straight into grandmas driveway (hence, the end of the road), I couldn’t wait to check out the tractors, cats, and toys, in that order. Oh, there was the tree house, and grandmas fabulous angel food cake with the peppermint ice cream, and the treks with grandma down to the beach to play with the Tonka toys and peddle boat, but the best part about visiting the Tractor Grandma was listening to her stories. The story about getting pulled over on the way to mutual activities in Murray’s big Bronco, the story of getting the combining done right before midnight on Saturday so they didn’t have to work on Sunday, stories of the glue bait (thats not the horses name, but it was like 25 when it finally went to the glue factory!) and of course, the stories of the cats. Grandma, Happy 85th birthday!