Here is my Farmer in the tractor starting down the potato rows. He is pulling the cross-over digger. This machine digs 2 rows at a time.
As the blades go down in the ground under the potatoes, the dirt and potatoes go up a chain that has a slight bounce to it. As it all travels up the chain, the dirt sifts out, leaving the potatoes on the chain.
This is me admiring a nice baker. This is something my Farmer's grandpa did. I can still picture him standing beside the sorting table, watching the potatoes go by, and when he spotted that perfect baker he would pick it up, and start gently rubbing the dirt off, almost as if he was petting it. He knew how hard it was to grow a nice crop of spuds, so he would take the time to admire a nice looking potato. He took a lot of pride in our potato crops. I think he is the reason we still grown the large garden spot of potatoes that we do. I believe it's my Farmers way (and mine too) of staying connected to his family heritage.
