We are meeting Brother Don and Gladys for lunch tomorrow and I have my list of things to discuss. This was taken a few years ago when we were on a nostalgia tour of the farm where we "grew up". Don has grabbed my hind pocket like he did when we were kids going up to get the cows from the pasture. It was the farm where our Dad "grew up" and lived until he and Mother were married. They came to Seward where our sister, Don and I were born. We moved back out there 12 years after Dad had left and had family living there until about 1960 when the farm was sold. It has not been in the family now for about the same number of years it was the "Vrana farm", but we still have affection for the hills.