When we were young kids, I remember working in the fields on the farm and getting us getting into mischief but it ended in fun and no one got hurt. Our BB Gun fights were also fun and we didn't realize the danger but luckily we did keep a safe distance.

We walked to the country school house 1 3/4 miles each way. In the winter we would cut across the fields and over the frozen drain ditches. That all ended when Mother caught us going over the frozen drain ditch. She didn't let us go to town for 4 Saturday nights as our punishment. I realize now that if the ice would have broke, we would have both died.

We had a wonderful mother that took good care of us. Our dad passed April 28, 1940 so that left Mother, Harold and I on the farm. The three of us did all the farming. We enjoyed picnics and sitting outside and talking together after meals.

Harold didn't care for school so he starting Trucking. He later bought his own Semi and would keep trading it in for bigger and newer. He did really well. I think he drove over 3 million miles in his career.

Life got busy for both of us but we would talk on the phone once every two months. I will really miss you, Harold!

From your brother, Don