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The Hands Tell the Story

D. E. Larsen, DVM The photo above is of my mother’s family, and this picture is an icon of the Davenport family. It was taken on September 19, 1934, the day before my mother’s marriage. Mom is seated next to my grandfather. I have looked at this picture multiple times in almost every year ofContinue reading “The Hands Tell the Story”

The True Nature of Things, From the Archives

By guest author John Marble If you are going to be successful running a small business in a small town, especially a small town that you weren’t born in, you had better be able to get along with the locals. In Doc Larsen’s case, of course, this meant not only getting along with the catsContinue reading “The True Nature of Things, From the Archives”

Smoke’s Fracture

D. E. Larsen, DVM A slight fog hung low across the moist grass as the early morning sun evaporated the dew. I always liked these sunny spring days that were intermixed with wet showery days. There were cars already in front of the clinic when I arrived. “We have a full morning, and Ed isContinue reading “Smoke’s Fracture “