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As I approach my 30th birthday, I find myself thinking a lot about where I came from, where I am now in my life and where I want to go with it. I've noticed that I'm particularly nostalgic about my time growing up in a small farming community in Nebraska. A lot of little things I do and think about lately seem to lead me back to my days growing up on my grandparent's farm. Life seemed a lot simpler and deliberate back then, so I guess I'm hoping to reclaim some of that as I lay plans for my next 30 years. This endeavor, wheatfield bound, serves many purposes. Certainly, there are lots of memories I want to capture, but I've also noticed that my small town upbringing continues to shape my world view today. In my travels I've visited Western megacities and the most rural of communities. I'd definitely consider myself an urbanite today, I've grown accustomed to the ammenities of big city life, the arts, cultural diveristy, technology, etc., but I also long to tack horses, feed the chickens, bail hay and take an evening walk through the wheat. Some day...I'll write a book, but for now I'm content to add a few more memories to my little page on the web.

Come back soon for some stories on...
the duck incident my family will never let me forget
my fascination with the chicken catcher
haybail tag
small town VBS
Grandma's tall beds
the corn crib
the rabbit blanket
Burr barbeque
Aunt Jean and Elvis