The Family Farm
There has been a break in the passage of knowledge through the generations of my family. The last homesteading farmer in my line died in '88, when I was 4. I have two memories, that are more like moments really, of my time with him. His children decided not to carry on in his footsteps, and his knowledge was lost on them. Now here I am, 29, and wishing more than anything that he could covey it to me. But he cant, so...
"I don't know nothin."