Farm Flashback - Beverly Hillbillies

I live in the city now - and I absolutely love living in the city., but I was raised in the country - on a small family farm.  While most of my childhood friends had chores like folding clothes, feeding the dog or taking out the trash, my brother and I were working in the garden, putting up fences, chopping wood, or feeding the cows/goats.  Maybe this is why I enjoy my DIY projects around my house.

We often used our golf cart on our chores.  Now, this is not your country club golf cart - it had a 'bed' in the back instead of seats.  And it did have a top - but my dad actually chopped a tree down and it fell on the golf car - so it is now a convertible.  It looks close to below - only ours was never that clean...

My grandmother lives next to us, so we often visited her and helped her with the upkeep of her house and property too.  One day, my brother, father and I were up at her house - I do not recall the reason for the visit other than at the end of it, we loaded up an old rusted chair to take back to our house (so we could take it to the dump - yes, out in the country you have to go to the dump - trash is not picked up at the end of your driveway).

Now the chair is on the back of the golfcart and since we are all big people - my dad decided that I would drive and my brother would ride in the front - he would ride on the back in the chair - like the Grandma of the Beverly Hillbillies...

Now it is a short drive around the hay field from my Grandma's to our house.  I took off driving like normal.  Now my father tells a different story - of me driving Nascar style around the curves, hitting every bump. Then again - as a young teenager, that was probably my normal style.

We were about half-way home and I took a curve and hit a bump at the same time.  Now, the next part seemed to happen in both slow motion and warp speed - as so many disasters seem to happen.  My father and the chair slid to the side, hit the edge and then flipped off the back.  The entire ball of metal chair and father somersaulted in the air - his hands holding the chair arms in a death grip.

Luckily, he landed right on his head - probably the hardest part of his body.  Unfortunately, it was right in a bed of ants.  My brother and I immediately stopped and ran to him - and he slowly unfolded like an accordion, finally releasing the chair.

We tried to help him up - but he said he needed a minute and that he would walk the rest of the way home. We drove off home with the chair on the back, but leaving him laying on the ground.  Needless to say - he doesn't ride Beverly Hillbilly style anymore...