Rothwesten, West Germany, Dec 1967

D. E. Larsen, DVM The train lurched to a stop. Then, with a couple of jerks, it started backing up. I rubbed my eyes as I woke from a sound sleep. Straightening my uniform, I peered out the window. It was dark outside be we were backing into the lighted station at Kassel, West Germany.Continue reading “Rothwesten, West Germany, Dec 1967”

I Are One

D. E. Larsen, DVM Dad was drying his hands as he entered the kitchen. He had just finished the morning milking and had washed up for breakfast. Looking over Mom’s shoulder as she stood at the stove, he asked, “What’s for breakfast? I am hungry as a horse.” “David wanted hotcakes, but I also cookedContinue reading “I Are One”