Personal Narrative: Corn

Combine The brisk morning air hits me as I walk over to the combine and climb the steep ladder into the cab. Grandpa is there waiting for me. He has clears off the little buddy seat next to his and greets me with a hello. The brown interior of the cab blends with all the fall colors, inside and outside of the combine. The combine smells of dirt, but I don’t mind. I sometime look down at my feet, where I played as a young child. I would play with my prince and princess dolls for hours while riding with Grandpa. I love to sit in that cramped cab, watching the corn or beans being sucked into the the head. My favorite crop is corn. Watching how the eight feet tall corn disappears just amazes me. I turn around in my seat and watch the corn kernels pour from the auger into the grain tank of the combine. The little 4x6 window on the upper part of the tank is my duty to watch when I ride with my grandpa. It illustrates when the grain tank is getting full. Once the window is full it is only a matter of time before the corn starts spilling over the top of the holding tank.

It wobbles up along the side of the combine, four and a half rows away. The unloading auger is a lengthy twenty feet, that stretches all the way to the grain cart. To start the unloading auger you use the yellow knob, Grandpa lifts and pulls it towards him, then the chime of the warning bell comes on. That warning bell lets you know when the unloading auger is running. We start to amble up the next little hill while unloading.This is called unloading on the go. I sometimes can not believe my grandpa’s talent, though he has been doing it for more than 50 years. He can unload on the go, while talking on the phone, and continuing to combine the crop