The Camping Trip that Wasn’t, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stood up to peddle harder as the last half mile was steeper. I wished I had one of those new bicycles with gears to shift. When the advertisement said you sell to your neighbors, they didn’t remind you that your neighbors were two miles away, uphill. At 12 years ofContinue reading “The Camping Trip that Wasn’t, From the Archives”

The Great Chase

 D. E. Larsen, DVM The fourth of July was always big for my mother’s family. A large potluck picnic was held in the Davenport Grove on Catching Creek. This had been a family tradition started in 1904. The grove was a large group of myrtle and maple trees located on a hairpin curve of CatchingContinue reading The Great Chase

The Hornet’s Nest

D. E. Larsen, DVM The mid-July afternoon sun was hot as Dana, and I headed across the lower field of the Broadbent farm. We were headed to a fishing hole we didn’t often fish because of the brush. Suddenly, Dana stopped. “Wow!” he said. “Look at that bee’s nest.” On the highway side of theContinue reading The Hornet’s Nest