June 8, 2020
by Lynda Hommel
I think of you often and have several fond stories to tell. Like I remember when you wanted to ride a cow out of the barn to pasture and were told not to do it, but that didn't stop you. As the cow was walking across the grassy area in front of the barn, she smelled a dead woodchuck and kicked her rear legs up in the air which sent you flying and you came down on he backbone then down on the ground you went. You broke your arm. Lesson learned? Lol. Love ya, "Lynda"