Here’s a picture of me all decked out in my new green lederhosen visiting Oma and Opa on the farm.
I remember riding in the wooden corn wagon, hanging on for dear life .
Here’s a clip off utube that will give you a little idea:
Aunt Annie came for a visit from Germany. She wanted a picture of Doggie (me) in the wagon. I felt important that the old lady with the strange accent and big camera had taken an interest in me. Her past was shrouded in mystery. - There’s definitely a skeleton in the family closet on this one but since I have no idea whose going to end up reading this, I’m going to leave well enough alone. 
There’s a saying in these parts, “You can take the boy off the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the boy.”
Growing up on a real farm is a precious gift. I didn’t appreciate it until years later when I had children of my own. We were living on the corner of 6th and Gill, across from Carpenter School, our oldest was 15th. It was getting harder to keep tabs on everyone…finally our 2nd oldest ran away for a couple of days. (We knew where she was) It was @ this point my wife looked at me and said “I want to find a farm house- even if we have to rent.” and the rest is history…
We found an old acreage that needed some TLC- they’re still to be had if you keep your ears open- I know of one that’s coming up for sale you could probably pick up for under $50,000.00- it needs a new well and septic. My brother has a beautiful 5 acre place for sale for around $175,000.00- that includes several out buildings, a 2 story farm house, a commercial asparagus patch, and peace and quiet. I’m so glad Iowa is often times stereotyped as backwards, flat and boring. I”ll let you in on a little secret…it’s a myth the locals like to perpetuate. If you’d like to know what it’s really like around here ..read this
Well, it’s way past my bed time, so I’m going to wrap this up. As always, thanks for reading my stuff- g-nite- DM
What a great secret Iowa is. I think many of us prefer to keep it that way