Their marriage was good. They had dreams. He wanted a farm. She needed space; wide open space to breathe. Their friends lived on the adjoining farm. Dad rode his tractor in cover-alls, a plaid shirt and a straw hat Mama made him. Mama’s floral house-dress draped with her home sewn apron, worn proudly, was as […]
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