We lived on 10-acres 6 miles west of Knoxville , Iowa . I was in 6th grade, and we had a garden, a big garden. It was my job to plant the seeds for the Green Beans.
As a typical male, I began without getting the directions. So I started at one side of the garden with my little trowel, dug a little hole, and planted seeds. I thought it was easy. The ground had been tilled and raked. The soil was soft and I had a pouch full of seeds. I dug away and put a seed down every few inches. When I got to the other side I saw that my row was a crazy zigzag.
Our neighbor, Marvin Miller (yes, I lived next to Farmer Miller) had watched me plant my row and had said nothing. He then spoke-up. “You need to drive a stick about 12” tall on either side of the garden. Then you run a string between the two to mark your row.”
I actually replied (I’m not lying, and I wasn’t being sarcastic), “My row is so crooked; I’d never get that string to follow it.”
He didn’t laugh. He just calmly said, “You set-up the string BEFORE you plant the seeds.”
ME: “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..”
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chris
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