Sang at the funeral for my Uncle Raymond yesterday. My mind goes back to the hot summers hauling hay for him. Sweating and making friends Bobby and Dave. Also brings back the memories of driving the tractor, feeding cattle at the age of 9 years old for my father. Shoveling silage after dark when the steam would roll out in the winter. He taught me to have a strong work ethic at a young age. I owe him so much. Time has slipped away but I remember these years. Thinking seriously about going back into the cattle business with my father...just like days gone past. Love your son.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 03:33:02 +0000
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