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April 2015 Recently, I was invited to visit a farmstead that belonged to two elderly brothers who had lived their entire lives on the farm where their parents and grandparents were raised. They were in their late eighties, and they were brothers and a team, all of their own. Many area people referred to them as…
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December 2023 As Christmas draws near, my mind travels back more often than usual to when I was a child and all our Aunts and Uncles were still here. They were the family icons, the main stain, and life seemed simpler. We lived in a family neighborhood. Literally. My Dad has six siblings, and all…
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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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