I seem to have followed a varied and crooked course but always not far from agriculture. Within this book will be the incidents and thoughts that I claim as my record of having passed this way. From childhood during the Great Depression, to that day, that is coming when I shall go to my long home in heaven.
I've had an interesting life. A good one, by my standards at least. I didn't accomplish near what I wanted to or what I thought I was capable of. Best who has made their mark to the degree that at one time, seemed so very possible? Some have. Most haven't. I shall try a few more things I suspect. There is possibility that I can still find special satisfaction in attaining a measure of the original dream.
James Whitcomb Riley's verse in one of his poems. " He said, when he rounded his three-score-and ten, I've the hang of it now and can do it again."
Hang on to that thought I tell myself. I passed seventy years this fall. I guess I'm old now but don't yet believe it. Anyhow, I hope to get older.
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