Learning to Drive

Dad wanted me to drive the 36 Plymouth to help dig the potato crop. The plan was to use it like a horse to pull a plow that he was going to steer. I was only eleven years old and wasn't too keen on this idea. He said get behind the wheel and lets go. It was after dark and I got out on the road and headed south on Old Shore Road. We got down to the school and came back. We made it, but driving on the road was a lot easier than driving in a soft field so we gave up on that idea and dug the potatoes by hand.