I was three years old when my parents pulled up stakes in New Jersey and moved my sister and me to a farm in Minnesota.
Seeing a wheel come off an oncoming car is not something you would ever forget; and yet it serves metaphorically as a description of what your grandfather thought your dad was doing heading off to Minnesota! Great photo of the farm.
I can see the fields and the gray bottomlands that you describe. You are. Gifted writer.
Thank you. As are you.
Seeing a wheel come off an oncoming car is not something you would ever forget; and yet it serves metaphorically as a description of what your grandfather thought your dad was doing heading off to Minnesota! Great photo of the farm.
I can see the fields and the gray bottomlands that you describe. You are. Gifted writer.
Thank you. As are you.