The Plank Road, My First Job

D. E. Larsen, DVM We had moved to a small (160 acres) farm up the river from Broadbent in December of 1949. There was a lot of snow that winter. We probably had a foot of snow on the ground that January. That was unusual for Southwestern Oregon. With 2 older brothers, I learned everyContinue reading “The Plank Road, My First Job”

The Dreaded Pox

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Gary, let me look at that sore again,” Mom said to my brother as he was getting ready for school one Spring morning. Gary had a blister-like sore that had developed on the back of his hand. After a couple of days, it had scabbed over and was not bothering himContinue reading “The Dreaded Pox”

My First Sick Cow

D. E. Larsen, DVM My early memories from childhood are still vivid in my mind and go back to my third year, and maybe earlier. My older brother, who never seems to recall much of those days, will often disagree with my memory once I mention something. That said, this is my memory and myContinue reading “My First Sick Cow”

What’s in a Name

D. E. Larsen, DVM When I was a young boy, my great uncle, Ern Davenport, called me “Goliath.” I never knew why he assigned me that name. My name being David gave an obvious connection, but what event prompted it has been forever lost.   My grandparents had 10 children, and there were 29 of usContinue reading “What’s in a Name”

The Camping Trip that Wasn’t

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”