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| A Sad Day - Leaving The Farm for Last Time in 1965 |
The wind blows unhindered across the small plot of land where I spent my childhood. Unlike Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, I can never go home. The farm buildings, fences, and trees have been gone for many years now, the soil returned to cropland by some other family or agribusiness. The only Norrises remaining from our branch of the family rest peacefully in the town cemetery.
Many years ago, I began to document my memories so that my children and grandchildren would have a glimpse of an era long gone, a way of life remembered by only a few of us lucky enough to have experienced life in rural America during the mid-Twentieth Century.
Many years ago, I began to document my memories so that my children and grandchildren would have a glimpse of an era long gone, a way of life remembered by only a few of us lucky enough to have experienced life in rural America during the mid-Twentieth Century.
