Jim opened his eyes and was startled for a moment. This was not his bedroom! Then he remembered. His family had arrived at his grandparents' home late last night. He bounced out of bed and looked out the upstairs window which looked out over the sun-warmed farm yard. Jim loved being on his grandparents' farm. He wished he could be here more often. Then he remembered the reason for the visit. Grandpa Ruger was sick.
Grandma gave Jim a big hug when he went downstairs for breakfast. "I'm so glad you were able to come and visit us," she said. "We have missed you. Sit down while I get your breakfast."
Grandpa was already up and working outside in the equipment shed when Jim stepped outside. He followed the sounds of clinking and clanking to where the older man worked on one of the machines.
"Good morning, Grandpa!" said Jim.
"Hello, yourself!" said Grandpa as he reached out to shake Jim's hand. "It's good to see you. Is everyone else up?"
Jim shook his head. "I think Mom and Dad are still asleep."
"That's understandable. It's a long drive to make in one day," said Grandpa.
Jim looked at his grandfather. Dad must be wrong. Grandpa didn't look or act sick. That thought made him feel a little better. He stared back into the darkened corner of the building. "Is that a tractor back there?" he pointed.
Grandpa smiled. "Yes, it is. My father bought it when he began farming this place in 1928. I was about your age when he died. My four brothers and I farmed in his place for years afterward to keep the family together. They were tough years but good. That is only partly why this place is special to me. Let me show you something."Paragraphs 10 to 19:
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