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

A Well Placed M-80

D. E. Larsen, DVM We stepped out of the gym into the growing darkness of a winter evening. It was a clear sky and no rain in sight. “We are done early,” I said. “Mom won’t be here for at least a half hour. We may as well start walking and meet her on theContinue reading A Well Placed M-80