The funeral of Uncle Sherman was sad especially when Steve's kids exhibited intense emotion at the loss of their Grandfather. Funerals are strange, I feel deep sadness at the loss but am renewed spiritually.
The funeral brought many memories back about my Uncle Sherman. I have fond memories of hauling hay with him, watching him repair his tractors and trucks on multiple occassion, and watching him irrigate.
The farm yard was a magical place when I was a kid. It was a place to explore, play basketball and softball. It was fun to see the animals especially the new baby colts and calves.
5 years ago
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the farm has always been a magical place for me, too! Thanks for posting!!
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