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The Needle in the Brier Patch, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was hard to see in the night with this heavy rain. I was glad that I had put my rain pants and boots on when I left the house. I pulled on my raincoat as I stepped out of the truck. I was wet before I got the jacket on,Continue reading “The Needle in the Brier Patch, From the Archives”

Notes on My Mother, from the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM My mother was born on August 14, 1913, as Dolores Lorrene Davenport. She was born on the family farm on Catching Creek, out of Myrtle Point, Oregon. The fifth child in a family of ten, she learned how to work at an early age. But by today’s standards, her childhood wasContinue reading “Notes on My Mother, from the Archives”

Can We Eat Her? From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Bart, it’s good to see you. Do you need to talk with Debbie?” I asked. “If she is busy, that’s okay. I can wait. I just wanted to tell her we would be gone by the time she gets home. We will have dinner ready for her and Lisa. She isContinue reading “Can We Eat Her? From the Archives”