My growing up years were spent on the farm. Our farm consisted of two quarters of land that was dotted with numerous ponds and swamp land. It contained soil that froze and thawed each fall and spring to ensure that rocks of all sizes would rise and present themselves during the planting season. That movement of rocks insured that my brothers and I would have the back-breaking job of gathering the rocks and removing them from the fields, definitely not…..
I guess it became quite evident to my classmates that I loved to sing. In third grade when our teacher asked our class to choose a favorite song to start the music class, I would always be the first to volunteer. Waving my hand and shouting out, “Blow the Man Down” ! Looking back on those times I’m sure every classmate and the teacher rolled their eyes and shook their heads, muttering, “If we hear that song one more time,…..
