The Native Iowan

Have been busy, lots going on, lots to do… as the rains stall and the ground dries up. Lots to do…

I am very much remiss, I let this week slip past… June 11 is my father’s birthday… The Old Dawg’s birthday…

He would have been 101 this year.

His was the last of the hardened, tempered, unbreakable generations. Born in 1924, by the time he was 10 the Great Depression was ripping the guts out of the agricultural midwest. He was raised when “times were tough” (his words).

Our depression-era parents learned from their past and endeavoured to “never again”… never again be hungry, be cold, be doing it tough. So they worked hard, very hard. And raised huge families.

I am sure someone in The Family knows the “real number”, but I am guessing his genes live on in over 100 “Hemmers”.

I’m lucky to be one of them…

Big smiles

more later