My dad was proud of the new grove he planted on our farm south of Vesta in May 1973.
HE TAUGHT ME to respect and love the land.
He taught me to respect and love God.
He taught me to respect and love family.
He taught me the value of hard work.
He was my father.
And today, March 4, would have been his 81st birthday.
I miss him.
Dad farmed, in the early years with a John Deere, Farmall and IH, and later with a Ford.
My dad takes a break from farm chores to pet Fritz in this June 1980 photo.
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