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COUNTRY ECHOED


| May/June 1970



BRANDON WISCONSIN R.R-2 ZIP-53919

A Psalm of Thanksgiving in the May-June issue may seem a bit incongruous. It is a Psalm of Thanksgiving accompanied by an aching back and a head full of house dust. I can scarcely believe it has come to pass - WE ARE RETIRED AND ARE IN OUR NEW HOME.

Fifty-five years on one farm is tallying up to a grand total. I was born on this farm, left it for a few years when first married, then went back there. One seeks to evaluate all these years on departure and tie them up in one large package, knowing full-well that the fragments will scatter as long as life lasts. But I find myself amazed at how easily I can let go. God gave us this new house and I want to share with you how marvelously He worked it out all the way.

It was the latter part of August of '69. Mr. B and I had been making the rounds for some time, looking at houses. The only ones available were ones we didn't really like in places we didn't want to live. To put Mr. B in town would be courting unhappiness. We are country born and country bred. We have both grown up on Country Trunk M and I am now writing a hopeful book on the year of retirement which claims for its title Country Trunk M. 'Sort of a Route 66 thing, only quite different in content. There was one house on MM toward town which we really considered. M forks off into MM about two miles south. We went back for a second look. But before the third look, it was sold.

Now we have an old set of buildings on the farm which we always refer to as DOWN BELOW. There is a house down there which was reasonably livable forty years ago. We would come back from our house hunting adventures and remark, 'Well, we can always go DOWN BELOW, you know.' But our hearts weren't in it. Mosquitoes would eat us alive in the summer (swamp and woods), half-mile driveway road is no joke in the winter.

Time was running out. Dan, our farmer, was getting married the end of December. In the latter part of August I added this prayer to those which we had presented before. 'Dear Lord we need a roof over our heads the right place to retire. I'm not too proud, Lord, to live DOWN BELOW (somehow it makes me imagine something else) but it just doesn't make sense. Please show us what to do because we don't know. And Thank You, Lord, for the answer we will have.'