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THE SUMMER OF 1965 Stan, is the oldest of us four kids. I came along just fifteen short months later, and though I was second in the birthing order. I was the CEO of my three brothers. {we laugh about it now days, but they used to salute me and say, “yes Sir, Sargent General…
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GRANDPARENTS WILL GET THIS. Circa 2007,We were down in Syracuse Indiana visiting with our son Thomas Shelby and his young family. We all zipped through the local k-mart grabbing a few groceries.Our FIRST Grandchild Benjamin Shelby was not yet 2. He saw this big display of Woody Dolls from the movie Toy Story. He picked…
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July 2024 I have always been intrigued by my dad’s hands, and the beauty of them as they worked and toiled through the years.Those hands have played a guitar since he was 16,( nonstop) planted crops, processed pigs, deer, cattle, and even ran a trap line along the creek to keep his family fed through…
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July 2023 Yesterday, I ran across the field to spend time with my youngest daughter’s four children while she and her hubby ran to extract her wisdom teeth. Young Jake and I were riding bikes, up and down their driveway, giving pause now and again to visit the chickens, ducks, and horses. Truth is, I…
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August 2020 I am not sure when this urgency was born into my soul. Perhaps, When I was about 15, I borrowed this one black western shirt with fringe hanging off the shoulders and arms for a school “cowboy day”. It belonged to my Dad, and one afternoon I finally got up enough nerve and…
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His name was Burton Chester. Born July 9, 1926 He was 37 years older than me. He was living in our farming community the day that I was brought home from the hospital. We four kids grew up knowing Burt as the friendly kind neighbor who stopped by the farm and sold seed corn to…
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September 2021 Burt and I at His wedding in 1994 His name was Burton . He was 37 years older than I. He was living in our farming community the day that I was brought home from the hospital. We four kids grew up knowing Burt as the friendly kind neighbor who stopped by the…
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