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  • 2 days ago | maryvilleforum.com | John Sumwalt

    Reading Gary Jones’ wonderful farm memoir, “Ridge Stories: Herding Hens, Powdering Pigs, and Other Recollections from a Boyhood in the Driftless,” brought back memories of the winter my family lived on the very same ridge in Willow Township of Richland County, Wisconsin. It was 1957, the year I turned 6. I had just learned to tie my shoes and was looking forward to beginning first grade. Dad had bought a farm a mile north of Loyd, Wisconsin, but we couldn’t move there until spring.

  • 2 days ago | ravallirepublic.com | John Sumwalt

    Reading Gary Jones’ wonderful farm memoir, “Ridge Stories: Herding Hens, Powdering Pigs, and Other Recollections from a Boyhood in the Driftless,” brought back memories of the winter my family lived on the very same ridge in Willow Township of Richland County, Wisconsin. Love Funny Wow Sad Angry

  • 2 days ago | agupdate.com | John Sumwalt

    John SumwaltFor Agri-View Reading Gary Jones’ wonderful farm memoir, “Ridge Stories: Herding Hens, Powdering Pigs, and Other Recollections from a Boyhood in the Driftless,” brought back memories of the winter my family lived on the very same ridge in Willow Township of Richland County, Wisconsin. It was 1957, the year I turned 6. I had just learned to tie my shoes and was looking forward to beginning first grade.

  • 3 days ago | mdjonline.com | John Sumwalt

    Reading Gary Jones’ wonderful farm memoir, “Ridge Stories: Herding Hens, Powdering Pigs, and Other Recollections from a Boyhood in the Driftless,” brought back memories of the winter my family lived on the very same ridge in Willow Township of Richland County, Wisconsin. It was 1957, the year I turned 6. I had just learned to tie my shoes and was looking forward to beginning first grade. Dad had bought a farm a mile north of Loyd, Wisconsin, but we couldn’t move there until spring.

  • 1 week ago | ravallirepublic.com | John Sumwalt

    Church camp, when I was a 13-year-old farm kid, was a life-changing experience. Only my younger brother Alan attended the year before, because Dad said I couldn’t be spared on the farm. And he certainly couldn’t spare both of us at once. When my turn came I relished every minute, discovering camp was everything Alan had described and more. Love Funny Wow Sad Angry

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