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Up In Flames

I went to bed that cold February night, assuming the next day would be like any other. My younger sister and brother had friends spending the night, and we all had plans for that Saturday… FFA contests, sporting events, church youth group. A typical weekend for our family. Sound asleep and very cozy in my […]

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Ruth Dale Anderson - February 26, 2013 - 3:33 pm

Interesting – 1996. Where does the time go. I do remember it clearly. I woke up in the night and looked out the window to the north. I saw what looked like a fire and quickly woke up Gary and then Dad and Gary went right down the road to your house. What a sight!

Gerry Erickson Black - February 26, 2013 - 4:09 pm

It’s such a blessing to have friends and family that’ll help in difficult times.

Kristie Swenson - February 26, 2013 - 8:09 pm

Brings back so many memories and so, so thankful for family and friends!

Diane Busch Gustafson - February 26, 2013 - 9:12 pm

We went through a barn fire a couple of years before that and our experience was much the same. Farming communities are always so quick to rally around and help in any way possible during times like that. Through all the struggles God is faithful! I remember saying the following: “God calls us to be thankful at all times. I don’t think that means we should be thankful that we had a fire, but that through the flames we could still find so much to be thankful for… family, friends and our God who never leaves us or forsakes us.” God is so good!

Walkin’ Beans

“A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.” – Doug Larson   “HEY! You missed one. Way over there — two, four… about six rows over!” my older brother would shout. Then he would laugh at me. I had short legs so it would […]

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Kristy Smith Brown - October 22, 2013 - 10:02 pm

Love this! All so true.

Picking Berries with Grandpa

June was strawberry season and each year, as soon as the berries were ready, Grandpa would load a bunch of us grandkids in his red pickup and head down the road to the local You-Pick berry patch. We always left early in the morning so the mid-day sun wouldn’t beat on our backs as we […]

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