I often write about my Grandpa Thompson in my blogs. There are two reasons for that. The first reason is that I admire and respect him and the other is because he gets kind of a kick out of it. You’ve read about his calf in the basement, his woes of being a cattle farmer when the hay nearly runs out and how his golf course is now a highway. He’s had quite an interesting way to go.
One of the stories that I like to tell is the one that made me realize how well respected Grandpa is by others in the Licking County area and why the farming community is so great.
In the late 80s, Grandma and Grandpa lost their house to a fire. It was a total loss. There are two things about that scene that I will never forget, the smell of burning plastic and neighbors coming from every which way to offer a hand in whatever way they could.… Continue readingRead More »