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Hoey the Truck

Growing up I spent about a third of my time on the farm with my Gramma, Grampa, and Uncle Hoey.  How did he get the name Hoey?  When I was very little I tried to say "Uncle Harold" but what came out was "Hoey, Hoey, Hoey" so that was my Uncle's new name.
As I grew older I was able to help out on the farm shovelling wheat and eventually driving the grain truck.  In Harvest I would drive the truck out to the combine, load up with wheat, and drive it back to the farm yard.  I backed up to the auger which carried the wheat up to the top of the grain bin.  It was a bit tricky and if I did not back up just right it would take longer to unload and delay the entire operation.  At night Gramma brought the half ton truck out so that she could shine the headlights on the area where I was backing up.  This was in addition to all of the other things that Gramma did on the farm.  I tried to sneak into the yard so that Gramma would not hear me and she would be able to get some rest.  Gramma started to sit in the truck and wait so that she would not miss me and helped me back up in spite of any attempts I made to get her to rest.
One sad day the farm was about to be sold and I asked if I could buy the truck.  The car belonged to Gramma and the truck belonged to Uncle Hoey so I named the truck Hoey after my Uncle.  I kept that truck for many years.  Every time I backed into my parking stall it reminded me of backing up to the grain auger on the farm and in turn all of the fond memories I had of the farm and my family.  I kept the truck in Edmonton and when I moved to Fort McMurray Hoey the truck came with me.
When I started to teach at the college Hoey the truck was older than many of my students.  I am sure that many people got a chuckle out of the old truck that I drove but I just loved that truck and all the memories it carried.
Hoey the truck was 26 years old when I finally sold it.  Whenever I see an old Ford F-150 red and white truck driving down the street I think of helping my family out on the farm and bringing in the harvest.

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