The Farm Truck

Good afternoon friends.
I worked from home today.
So glad my boss allows us to take our laptops home..
because it would have been a rough ride driving 
along the river this morning.
We got another 7 inches of snow on the ground after our storm warning
was over about noon today.

If you have been following me for awhile,

you know that I spent many days on

both my maternal and paternal dairy farms.  

I saw a red truck last week which reminded me of
my gram's farm truck.

Gramma B (my maternal gramma) was a fast driver.

Did I say

FAST...

This is a picture of the farm truck my gramma drove.

Not as nice as this picture though.

Her Ford took a beating but kept on ticking...

better than a Timex. LOL

She drove so fast that if an older person was driving

slower than her,

she would shout out.

C'mon Gramma or

C'mon Grampa

Get Moving.

My sister and I always got a kick out of her,
and we would laugh and say gramma you are probably
 just as old as them.
She would laugh and say...
"If they cannot drive the speed limit then they should not drive".

Guess my gramma forgot she was a lead foot. LOL

We loved driving with her to town once a week.
She would get a few groceries,
feed for the chicks,
and we would get treated to
Dairy Queen!
burger fries and ice cream...nothing better to a kid
growing up in the Summer on a farm.

The irony of this story,
is my paternal gramma (gramma H)
hated to drive and drove under the speed limit
wherever she went.
Gramma B probably yelled at her a time or too as well. LOL

Farm Truck Blessings To All!
Janice