During my boyhood in the 1970s, I had the pleasure of assisting my father in bailing hay during those hot summer days. One thing that made those long days more enjoyable was the company of a small transistor radio that never left my side.
Whenever the sun reached its highest point and the heat became unbearable, I would take a break and park the tractor under the shade of a massive tree. As I sat down to eat my packed lunch, the delightful aroma would entice me. But it wasn’t just the food that nourished my spirit, it was the captivating voice of Paul Harvey on the radio that truly transported me back to my youth.
In those precious moments, surrounded by the warmth of my family – parents, brothers, grandmothers, aunts, and uncles – life felt so vibrant. I often find myself yearning for those treasured memories.
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