…Hard work was a way of life. Tears, sweat, grass stains, smashed thumbs, and lectures…they were part of growing. They were part of living. This was how we spent our days. It’s how we lived. It’s how we overcame. We did what we did to be together.
Read MoreWhen we would turn down that long drive and crest the top of the hill, my little boy excitement couldn’t be contained as I’d leap from my seat and out into a world of exploration. I was in farmland heaven!
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