Two weeks every fall, school is out and farmers hire help to get the potatoes out before the frost hits.
Being close to being 16 years old, I begged the farmer, Karl Blosch from my area to work on his combine. I was still under age and he didn't want to get into trouble, but he finally consented as I promised him I would be the best combine worker that he would ever have.
Work, work, work! "Oh no, I will be glad to get back into school." I am now dreaming of picking potatoes!
During one of my restless nights, I dreamt that I needed to hurry and get my genealogy done.
I knew where my father had kept his genealogy papers, but had NO idea what was even on those charts, nor did I even know the names of the people in all those papers.
The mind does crazy things when being extra tired. In the wee dark hours of the morning I arose out of bed and walked down the hall and into the living room where my dad's desk was at. I pulled the draw opened and laid all my fathers papers all over the floor.
What is this I thought? I cannot read this. Oh, I know, I need to go turn the light on, that is why I cannot read this.
Upon turning the light on, I started towards the papers that I had spread all over the floor. Just as I was bending over, I awoke from dreaming and SLEEP WALKING!!!
Oh no, now I am in trouble, I don't know how to get the papers back in order and I am loosing sleep and have to go back to the combine in a few short hours:(
So, back to bed I hurriedly went and left the papers for my dad and mom to clean up, yikes.