The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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This memory was written by Kerry Brown after an interview with Jim in October, 2014.

Each summer when my school closed up, my brothers and I packed up and our father drove us to Hightown, PA.  On that drive from Clariton I knew I was going to have a great time with Uncle George and Aunt Rose.  They had a huge farm with a big beautiful house that had eleven bedrooms.  The sights, chores, lessons, hunting and memories from there were almost endless.  

The days there started in the dark at 4:30am.  I was never ready to get up and whined & complained every morning.  There were 59 cows to milk, pigs to feed, hay to bale, eggs to collect, and milk trucks to load.  One morning I was tempted out of bed with the offer of eggs and ham for breakfast.  I needed to go collect the eggs.  I could only carry two at a time safely back to the house.  My uncle laughed at me as I forgot the damn basket and broke the eggs!

My Uncle’s Farm

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