It’s not exaggerating to say my brothers and I were raised in a barn – and out in the field. Hay bales were our playpens as our parents milked cows or fed hogs and we played and fought together at end rows while they planted or baled, trying to keep us safe in not-so-safe environments. As we grew, our folks showed us how to milk cows, feed hogs and bale hay as safely as they knew how.
Even so, we just didn’t have the knowledge base they had, and, consequently, have the scars and stories to prove that....
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