On the phone the other day, my big brother told me two stories from McPherson, Kansas — our family’s days before my time: Our mom’s sandwiches and Bob’s brush fire.
Quick to give a sandwich
Bob said many men were riding the rails through McPherson looking for work. He remembers our mother, pictured here, being quick to give a sandwich to anyone who came to the door.
Bob almost burned down Dad’s dairy. Out in the field next door playing with matches — thought he had his little fire out, and hours later heard a great commotion as people rushed to put out a brush fire moving toward the dairy.
Big brother’s story puts a grin on my face because 15 years later I did the same thing ─ almost destroying Dad’s pallet shop in Spring Arbor, Michigan.