Today, Aunt Jeanette writes:

Okay, I have to confess, I am not really the one looking down. I do not like high places. I don’t think I am afraid, but I would rather have my feet on the ground. The one exception is that I love to fly. I am entranced by the view from an airplane window. I would hop on a plane without a second thought, but the top of the elevator – I don’t think so!

I mentioned in previous stories that I work at our family-owned, small-town elevator. That is what I did the moment harvest began the end of September, and also for the past five harvests. It was an exceptionally wonderful year…the weather cooperated beautifully and the crop yields surpassed what the farmers in the area expected.

Learning how to run an elevator was never in my wildest imaginings, but it has been fun and I enjoy it. There are certain things I cannot do because I am just not strong enough. However, the customers are more than willing to help me do those things in exchange for Tootsie Roll Pops, Starburst Fruit Chews, or an occasional bottle of water!

One day, our son came to the elevator to check on me and see that everything was okay. He said he was going up to check on things in the elevator. As he went out the office door, I asked him to take a picture from the top. Now, I have been up to the headhouse before, but I have no plans to go up again. Once was quite enough.

There was a certain urgency among farmers as they know weather can change in the blink of an eye, so I did what I could to help, loved every minute of harvest, and enjoyed my view from the ground!

Until we walk again …