The Thanksgiving picture that I posted on that day was actually a coloring contest for our local Trader Joe’s. One late October evening we were in the store and at the end of the checkout lane (along with the requisite balloon) she was handed a blank page. Later that night she fell madly to work….
scenes from a farm
and they meet
Ninety four and a half years and four generations separate these two. The third child in the fifth generation arrived just a couple of weeks before the holiday, another example of the way one family’s tree can branch out in endless directions and still maintain strong roots on a simple farm. My grandmother said little…