In 2019, when you’re sitting in a tractor for hours at a time like I’ve been doing lately, idle until it’s time to meet the combine at some designated place on the field, there’s often been an opportunity to lazily gaze across the expanse of field all around and just think. Such as happened when it dawned on me, that I’m taking a role in an activity because of which my three sisters and I were born. Our folks, Guy Reynolds and Violet Palm, met during wheat harvest on the E.L. (Alex) Haaven farm near Osnabrock, North Dakota in 1928. https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Osnabrock,_North_Dakota Dad was twenty-three. Mom was nineteen. In fact, as almanac facts go, my folks would’ve celebrated their 90th wedding anniversary this last March 6th, as this chance romantic meeting lead to their marriage in 1929. As I explained to my neighbor, David, during a terrific conversation after a day’s work was done, Dad had been dating a young woman named Ruth Brubaker, back...
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