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”

That Last Glass of Milk

D. E. Larsen, DVM Dad came through the kitchen door with a bucket of milk fresh from the morning’s milking. The kitchen was the center of life in our modest farmhouse. The kitchen was not only the source of food, but it held the wood stove, which was the only source of heat in theContinue reading “That Last Glass of Milk”

Hallowed Ground, Prefaced

Preface   I have posted this story before on this blog, but it is the most fitting story I have for a Memorial Day post. It speaks to the tremendous sacrifice suffered from a small group of farm families living along the banks of Catching Creek, a small tributary to the Coquille River. I grewContinue reading “Hallowed Ground, Prefaced”