Every year at this time I get a little melancholy. It’s the time of year between my father’s birth and his death.
I think of this time as the Season Of My Dad. 2,166 more words
My paternal grandfather, Bernard Kennedy, raised things. Crops. Votes. Kids.
Dairy farmer, Town Chairman, Father of eleven.
Bernard worked and then took over the reins of the farm where he was raised and reigned over his 250+ acre dirt empire with admirable attention and affection. 1,160 more words