Learning and Then Having to Unlearn

Abstract

It was a cool, wet morning, early in the summer. My job was to move irrigation pipes at our family’s sugar beet farm. We didn’t have the luxury of irrigation pivots; ours were the manual wheel move sprinklers that needed to be moved fifteen rows every five hours. My younger brother Curtis and I walked in our gumboots from our house to the field where the wheel mover was located.