In the fall of ’76, my friend and I embarked on a backpacking adventure behind my grandpa’s farm in north Todd, venturing deep into the woods for a few days of camping. We spent our first night under the open sky, nestled in our sleeping bags, only to be pelted with sleet. The next morning,

A couple of days ago I was leaving my farm in my classic 67 ford pickup, as I pulled out on the blacktop and was shifting gears, a memory from long ago came to mind… When I was a child, summers were golden and endless, and I spent them in the cab of my grandpa’s 1967

Every summer, during my visits to my grandparent’s home in North Todd, my grandmother was constantly engaged—tending her garden, preparing supper, or maintaining the house. Yet, on some lazy afternoons, a cherished ritual would take place on the front porch of their old farmhouse, which seemed to sway in harmony with the seasonal rhythm.This was

In the summer of 1969, my family and I came to Todd County to visit my Grandparents on their farm. During our stay, my cousins from Missouri came to visit as well, and we were all young boys eager for adventure. One day, while we were hanging out with Grandpa, he announced that he was

In the spring of 1974, my family and I had acquired my grandpa’s cherished farm, a place where I had joyfully spent nearly every sun-soaked childhood summer. Bursting with excitement, we moved from the Sunshine State, eager to embrace our new, rustic life. I was particularly thrilled about tending to the cows and transforming into

Growing up as a child in the 60s, my life was an adventurous journey, as we frequently moved between army bases all around the world. However, my true refuge was my grandparent’s farm in North Todd. Every summer, we’d spend a month or two there, and I eagerly looked forward to my cherished routine. At

1978 in Todd County was the kind of year when my buddies and I, fueled by youthful exuberance and a questionable fashion sense, decided our trucks needed straight pipes. Why? Because we were on a mission to be the coolest kids in town—or at least sound like it. I remember one particular weekend, our Friday

During my high school years at Todd Central, I was generally a good student, maintaining average grades despite a few missteps. On one memorable day, my friends and I arrived at school and impulsively decided to skip the day’s lessons to swim at Powell’s Lake. Unfortunately, our absence didn’t go unnoticed. The following day, we