Rising at the crack of dawn I raced down the stairs into the kitchen to find my grandmother cooking donuts! That remains one of my fondest memories of the many summers spent at grandmother’s. The smell of the freshly cooked sugar or glazed donuts was enough to drive anyone out of their deep sleep. The recently made eggs and bacon, along with fresh squeezed orange juice, gave us the needed energy to go out …showed first 75 words of 2889 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2889 total…of memories, I thank God for letting me spend as much time with my grandmother as he did. A lot of who I am and what I stand for started here on this farm on the outskirts of Howard, SD. And though I don’t travel back as much as I would like to, the memories and effects that the farm had on me will remain close to my heart the rest of my life.