This is a picture of my grandparent's truck stop and mobile home. It was called Knief's Truck Stop and was located just across from the Urbana Country Club. The caddies would come into the truck stop for lunch everyday. I remember when the National Guard truck's would pull in usually on a Sunday and grandpa would open for them and we pumped their gas. I always thought that was the most exciting thing to do. You can't see it, but to the right of this picture is the house I grew up in 4762 E. St. Rt. 36, that my grandparents owned. My grandpa and my Dad, Kenneth, farmed as well as ran the truck stop and my dad worked at Johnson's Welding in Urbana before his death in 1974. I have such fond memories of playing and having fish fries at the Truck Stop with family and friends. We had two ponds and caught bass and blue gale (I don't know how to spell it) and grandpa would fillet them and save them up until he had enough for a fish fry with French fries. I still have a square clock that use to hang in the Truck Stop. The brick house is still there but today you would never know that there once was a Truck Stop and mobile home beside it.