----- Original Message ----- From: Rick Tucker To: Vicki Sent: Tuesday, August 03, 1999 9:16 PM Subject: More gathering corn!! Charles, I'm a farm girl, but a little younger one!! Just can't resist sharing this corn-gathering tale with you. When I was 9 years old (I was a little scrawny thing!!), Dad didn't think I could keep up on the "down row", so he decided I could guide the tractor that was pulling the trailer that was pushing the row down. Now the tractor was an old (operative word here is old) farmall with equally old clutch and brakes. Everything was fine until we had the trailer about 3/4 full and I started downhill on a row. The trailer weight started pushing the tractor. Dad yelled "Whoa!!" I was standing up on the clutch and brakes. I "whoa"ed about halfway out in the pond at the bottom of the hill. Dad was running and yelling. Mom was standing up on the hill screaming and crying. Her baby couldn't swim! His corn was about to get wet!!!! It was a sight!!!! Guess what. After he got all that mess out of the pond, he decided I would be a real good "downrow" cornpicker and I made dang sure I kept up. His mood wasn't too good the rest of the day!!!! Ha! Ha! Joy (Baker) Tucker