A WORKAHOLIC IN THE MAKING!

I was never accused of being a workaholic. Between my uncle (whose farm I worked during the summers) my cousins (most of them country kids) and my hard-working grandmother, I paled in comparison to their stamina and endurance. We “city kids” just didn’t have the “gumption!” True, I was not the perfect example of a farm kid, but I’ll cherish those days forever!