Growing up in Indianapolis, I knew very little about what went on outside the city limits and absolutely nothing about farming. When I worked as a stock broker in Logansport, though, I had several farmers as customers and began to learn about their lives. To a person, they loved the land.
Many things have changed since I was a little boy. Back when the post-war generation was raising children, my dad worked a full day downtown but my mom taught school and arrived home about the same time my sister and I did. You may be surprised to learn that I was not a perfect child and I sometimes needed to be reminded of that fact.
Some stories are just so good that they bear repeating even if the supposed teller may not actually have said it.