My dad loved children. He was primarily a girl dad with four girls and one boy.My brother was steady, quiet, and cheerfully followed rules. His sisters were not only an armful but also a handful! From the age of five, I followed my dad around the farm. My earliest memory is driving the old army truck while he spread hay off the back for the sheep. I could reach neither the brake or gas pedal and was not strong enough to turn the steering wheel beyond a fairly straight line. My dad would have to jump off the back and take over as we approached a ditch or fence. Sometimes…