Today I was looking through some old family pictures, looking for a particular one of my sis and a cousin that I thought I had. In the process I came across a couple of me on the seat of Dad's new 1947 Cub when I was 5 years old, plus a couple of me on his a 1942 JD B belted up to the hammer mill and hooked to a hay rack. I also found one I thought was lost that was taken of the farm in about '56 or '57 from an airplane, where I had the Super C and New Idea manure spreader in front of the chicken house. This was an every-other Saturday morning job that I just hated. Never did find the picture I was looking for, but it was fun anyway.
How many remember when photographers flew around taking those pics and then came by to sell them to you? maybe they still do???
How many remember when photographers flew around taking those pics and then came by to sell them to you? maybe they still do???