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The stories on these pages are not written in sequence, but just as they came to mind, and as near right as I can recall.
Christy Pickinpaugh asked me to write a few things about growing up on the farm during the depression days for her, and I got a little carried away - so this is her fault!
It wasn't much of a house, especially by today's standards. The house was small and boasted of only two utilities -- electricity and a telephone. But everyone knows that a house does not make a home, and I was blessed by being born and reared in such a dear home.
...I am reminded of Mr. LaFrantz. He was our school custodian. He held that position for many years, including all twelve years of my presence there. He was not a man of means but had a huge heart. Every Christmas on the evening before the last day before our break, Rudy would place a big, red, polished Delicious apple and a large navel orange on every desk, grades 1 through 12. Such actions win hearts and embolden memories.