Our small farm was located in northeastern Colorado. During the 1950s and ’60s, I was privileged to grow up there with nine siblings and two wonderful, hardworking parents.
Although every member of the family pitched in with the work, Dad was the one who carried the heaviest load. His busiest times of the year were spring, summer and fall. He grew sugar beets, corn, hay, barley, oats and pinto beans.
Winter was when the fast pace of
