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”
Category Archives: Early Memories, Making a Veterinarian
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”
Memoirs of a Country Vet 