Thursday, February 11, 2021
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I have fond memories over the decades of my uncle Michael, even though we lived far apart throughout most of my life. As a child we would pass through and spend a few days or weeks at the farm. During those visits, I remember my wonder at Michael's command of a vast array of farm machinery, something quite outside my "city-life" experience. I also recall the beauty of the seemingly endless fields of grain that Michael's labor produced. On one of our longer visits I even attended the Grand Coulee school for a few weeks. The picture below was taken when Michael visited my wife and me in Nashville. It shows Michael in the centre, with (left to right) my mother, my aunt Kathleen, my wife Sharon, and (a much younger) me. With modern technology in the form of Skype, I probably spoke more with Michael in the past few years than I had before. I will miss that.
