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Wednesday's Child |
I was born one December Wednesday morning in Idaho. The oldest of three children, I grew up on a 500-acre farm in the Snake River Valley. |
My memories of home include windy summers when, at night, the Milky Way was a gossamer scarf thrown against the night sky, and the only sounds you could hear were cattle lowing, and the distant pop of sprinklers in the fields. |
Winters were icy cold. Snow days were common, as storms blanketed the fields in white, and the winds blew the snow across the roads in drifts several feet deep. |