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The Peacock and Me

It was rare to leave the farm when I was growing up, but my dear, young father tried. One Sunday afternoon we drove through Point Defiance Park in Tacoma, about 60 miles north of our farm, and spotted a lone peacock calmly walking the path, dragging his beautiful plumage on the ground behind...

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My First Job In Life

My first job in life was holding the cow’s tail while my mother sat on a wooden box and milked the cow. There was whole line-up of cows stanchioned in the barn waiting to be milked by my mom and dad. My dad had rigged up a wire stretched from one end of the barn to the other with little wire twists behind each cow for hanging up their tails, but I was still ordered to hold the tail ...

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