Memories. I clearly recall hunting with my grandfathers at age five. Clearly recall moving a six wheel truck for my fathers as he planted at an age even younger. Recall riding in a gravity wagon picking corn still on the cob and pushing it into every corner to get as much on as possible. Recall the first Saturday in October was opening day of squirrel season and no matter how busy we were with harvest I got a new box of shells and got to go hunting for a few hours before starting farm work. Recall the pure joy when I got a Winchester Model 12 in 28 gauge for my age 12 Christmas gift. Yes I would relive each of these times again but can’t. All I can do is share a few hunts, trips and times with those who follow me. A grandson needs to have clear, fond memories of his father and grandfathers.
