There was the world’s smallest air conditioning in the living room of her double wide trailer, and that was our sizable reward at the end of the morning.
At first, being sent to stay with Grandpa over the summer time vacation was a punishment. I was a freshman in high university, and our folks told myself and others 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 earned something our parents didn’t guess — that Grandpa had a sideline business, and had become a pot farmer & growing soybeans. It was hard work, there is no disputing that, however laboring on a pot farm was sort of a dream task for a 15 year old. On the down side, it was the summer time and instead of sitting inside the air conditioning playing video games for more than seven weeks I was laboring in a field under the sizzling sun. There was the world’s smallest air conditioning in the living room of her double wide trailer, and that was our sizable reward at the end of the morning. More accurately, air conditioning was the reward Grandpa gave us at the end of a long sizzling morning, marijuana was the other sizable reward at the end of the morning. Of course Grandpa wouldn’t let myself and others get high, however she would typically pass out in front of the a/c by 8 o’clock and I would spend the next few minutes smoking our brains out! I would have to leave the air conditioning and go outside to get high, however it was well worth it. I truly miss those silly summers on Grandpa’s pot farm.