During the wheat harvest of 1922, when I was seven years old I drove the family Model T Ford for the first time by myself.

My mother was running the wheat binder with four horses hitched to it. My father was shocking the wheat with my five-year-old sister and me carrying the bundles to him.

He said to me, "Maxine, why don't you take your mother a drink, I will crank (start) the car for you?" So away my sister and I went across the field to our mom. When our mom looked and saw us coming, her thought was, "My, how will I ever get this machine and these horses out of their way if Maxine can't get the car stopped?"

I handled the stopping, gave mom her drink and [drove] back to help our dad without any problems.