There is something about being back on the farm that still stirs
my child-like wonder. I have so many memories of listening for
the sound of my grandfather sitting by the heater in the kitchen
putting on his boots to head out and feed the hogs and cattle
just before the sun rose. My battle between sleeping in the
warm bed or getting up to go out and "help" him. The smell of
breakfast filling the small farmhouse as the sun peaked over
the horizon to start a new day.

These memories rush through my head nudging me out of bed still
years later. My grandfather left a lasting impression on those
for whom he loved and cared, the land that he lovingly nurtured,
and on me as I am still guided today in so many ways by his
incredible example.

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