Spending hot summers on Grandfather’s farm

At first, being sent to stay with Grandfather over the Summer trip was a punishment.

I was a freshman in high university, and our folks told me if our grades were weak I had to go stay on the farm for the whole summer.

My grades were beyond weak, and away I went. That was when I l received something our parents didn’t guess — that Grandfather had a sideline business, and had become a pot farmer and growing soybeans. It was difficult work, there is no disputing that, however working on a pot farm was sort of a dream job for a 15 year old. On the down side, it was the Summer and instead of resting inside the a/c playing video games for several weeks I was working in a field under the hot sun. There was the world’s smallest a/c in the kitchen of his double wide trailer, and that was our giant reward at the end of the day. More accurately, a/c was the reward Grandfather gave us at the end of a long hot day, marijuana was the other giant reward at the end of the day. Of course Grandfather wouldn’t let me get high, even though he would typically pass out in front of the by 8 o’clock and I would spend the next few minutes smoking our brains out! I would have to leave the a/c and go outside to get high, however it was well worth it. I honestly miss those crazy summers on Grandfather’s pot farm.


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