Nothing Fancy
Thirty-odd years ago, Fern Nemmer’s son, Tom, bought the acreage on Joe Merges’ farm. Joe had lived there, as a bachelor, caring for his mother. We were “gathering” pieces for the museum back then and Fern mentioned a strange-looking disc-like affair, half-buried in the grove, that we could have if we were interested. I went down with a chainsaw, cut off both sides of ...
