As I was going through files looking for old pictures of Aunt Doris, I ran across this one taken in the 1930's. Uncle Clarence is standing next to Grammy, proudly holding his Brownie camera, and Dad is the little boy in the ragged sweater. They look as poor as church mice, but everyone is beaming.
Grammy wrote across the bottom of the picture: "Some happy days on the farm.."
"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things."
Henry David Thoreau
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