Last updated 11/10/2022 at 4:34pm
I remember my grandparent’s farm in Magnolia Corners, Wisconsin, near Evansville. We often drove down from Madison on Saturdays to visit. When I was young, it was still a working dairy farm, with a barn full of cows, a radio playing music to keep them contented, and a hay loft full of hay for jumping in.
Even when grandpa retired from the dairy business, the barn was rented for horses or available for playing in. He used it to build child-size chairs for outdoors, something my Dad thought would help handle retirement. They had chickens as well, and kept those after selling off the cows. I...
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