The Gift of the Magpie

5Although it was early that summer morning, the rising temperatures suggested that the day would be another hot one on the dusty mesa. Across the meadow, sheep quietly grazed in the pasture. Lambs jumped and hopped and impishly butted each other; their playful cries broke the stillness of the morning. Since the cows had been milked, they contently grazed in the pasture with the sheep. The glow of the morning sun cast a soft light along the peak of Lamborn Mountain. The morning landscape created a serene view of the North Fork Valley. Continue reading “The Gift of the Magpie”

Yours, Mine, and Ours

 

My great-great-grandfather, David Allen, was a farmer and a rancher for most of his life.  My grandfather was born in Somerset County, Pennsylvania in 1810, and his parents were Philip and Nancy “Ann” Wilcox.  By the time he was four years old, his family was living in Monroe County, Ohio. Continue reading “Yours, Mine, and Ours”