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Each Sunday, our little family would pile in the pickup truck and travel with eager hearts to visit my grandfather’s farm. While other children were seated quietly in Sunday school classrooms looking at flannel boards, I was spinning on the steering wheel of a Massey-Ferguson tractor, captivated by the stories of an old man in overalls on his front porch beside me. We laughed. We cried.

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