This was my world.
I grew up on this east-central Indiana farm from the late 1959s through the 1970s before I got married and moved out. I was in seventh grade when this photo was taken and I cannot describe to you the emotional reaction I felt to it when my niece found it on your website and I looked it up.
The school bus my farmer dad drove in the driveway. The home where my mother was the heart and soul. The barn where my father was the heart and soul of our farm. The pond where I fished and learned to swim. The gravel road; the small field behind the homeplace.
Home. My heart.
Oh but listen to this! I want to tell you about the surprise I got when the enlargement arrived: My dad is in the photo! I could not believe it! He is standing next to the old Ford tractor looking up at the plane!
I am a writer by trade, and I also write blogs. I wrote a blog about this photo at donnacronk.com. Please have a look. It was written about a week ago so it's only one down from the one that pops up. You are welcome to reprint it if you want, no strings attached.
I am delighted with my canvas wrap and it hangs on our dining room wall. Now I ask those who come visit to see if they can find the man in the middle: my father.
Thank you!