Yesterday was "Take Your Son or Daughter to Work Day." The talk radio show had children in the studio with their parents. I don't call in on talk radio. I don't have time between driving and mail delivery. I did think about it, though.
I grew up on a farm. My Dad was a upland crop farmer and had a feeder cattle operation. He was a very good farmer too. There aren't many awards for farmers, but my Dad and Mom earned one. In 1967 they were chosen Master Farmer and Master Homemaker by the Kansas Extension. They were one of five other couples chosen for the award. I remember how proud I was at the banquet honoring them at the Kansas State Fair. They worked hard and deserved it.
If I had a choice between helping Mom in the house or helping Dad outside, I was out the door. I drove grain to the elevator by age 14 and probably younger than that when I first drove the tractor for the hay baler.
We all knew my older brother would take over the farm. Even though Dan also grew up on a farm, he had an older brother in line to carry on that operation. So, that is how it is that we do not actively farm for a living.
As a young person it wasn't a matter of "going" to work with my parents. The work was right there and I spent a lot of time helping as did all farm kids. Often while riding in the truck to one field or another my dad and I would talk. It was during those conversations that I heard him say many times,
"You know, the job I would really like is to be a rural mail carrier."