I have so many memories of growing up with Brent that it's hard to pick a favorite. We used to work side by side on the farm doing all sorts of chores that needed to be done. We walked the rows in our spud fields pulling weeds, we picked spuds in baskets, and filled gunny sacks during harvest. We hauled hay from the fields, and made stacks to feed the cows during the long Idaho winters. We milked cows morning and evenings every day of the year. Milk cows don't take vacations. Along with many other chores. However in addition to the hard farm work we also had many good times. I remember fishing in Willow Creek which boarded the south side of our farm, where we caught fish that we thought were much bigger than they actually were. We also had a favorite swimming hole where a flume crossed the river, that made for a perfect jumping off point into the river. We built a ladder so we could climb from the river back up to the flume, which we had installed a plank that we used as a diving board. We often stopped on our way back from working the fields for a "skinny dip" to cool off, and wash off the top layer of farm dust. One time we were standing on the flume, taking our turns on the diving board (no suites of course) when the daughter of the farmer who owned the property on the other side of the river pulled up in her car to turn the sprinkler pump off. We were having fun, and didn't notice her there watching for I don't know how long until she honked her horn. We in immediately in unison jumped off the flume into the river, and stayed there until she finally left. After that it was some time before we would make eye contact with her at school, but she would always smile at us. I could go on with many more stories like these, but as I am the next older brother to Brent, my memory has started to fade.
I hope to see you on the other side Brent, but not too soon! Love, Ken
