I wrote this column at least 40 years ago. I don’t remember exactly when, but it reflects on my experiences on a farm no longer mine to ramble, and an era of youthful innocence and simple joys. I cannot turn back the clock to those years, but I can cherish the memories. Perhaps mine will touch on yours, too.
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