Life has been a remarkable adventure trying to reach a distant horizon
that we all face. I have yet to complete the journey and never will, for a horizon is an illusion that cannot be conquered and truly I am glad for no longer would I dream.
I was born on a cold, windswept morning, October 21, 1935. I shared my birth with my twin brother, Donnie. We were a fragile pair, weighing at approximately 2 lbs 5 ounces each. Born at seven months and not expected to live through the day. If not for the warmth of a wood burning stove and the infinite kindness and wisdom of a neighbor woman, we would surely have perished. The old homestead farm lay along the south bank of the Dousinberry Creek, three miles south of Long Lane, Missouri. This beautiful part of the Ozarks became my playground. Early in life I developed a deep appreciation for the land, it's people and the rich heritage that has led me many times into the past.