Two of my nieces Lee and Lyn, standing in the family cemetery, a beautiful place overlooking a small lake. The giant oak tree twists and towers over this quiet area centered in the original 125 acres my father bought in 1942.
He chose this setting for his final resting place. It had some of the prettiest views of the farm. In his later years he was often seen sitting under one of the large oaks on this knoll with one of his beloved bulldogs by his side.