randy_byers

I loved my dad and enjoyed working in the fields with him. Never yelled at me if I did something wrong. I remember one time when the two of us were working in a field each on a tractor. The harrow I was pulling got clogged with debris so he told me it was time to go in anyway so I should take the tractor he was driving that was pulling a disc and he would take care of the jam. He told me to watch the left side as I went through the field gates as it stuck out further on the left side. So off I went. And, of course, I hit the gate on the left side which broke the wooden tongue of the disc. I stopped and broke into tears. He came over and just told me not to fuss, it was fixable. Unhitched it and I drove the tractor to the shed. I wonder if I was more than 10-12 years old.

One of his famous comments to every one including his wife was 'let's not fuss about it'.

-- my mom in e-mail