... fields. I remember feeling like we were driving across the ocean as the top of the fields swayed in unison like waves rippling across an open sea. The site of Mr. Cooper's farm always brought me back to reality, especially when we passed the plot where his faithful wife of 65 years laid to rest peacefully amongst the wild flowers. My father ... chuckle as I can imagine how the other campers viewed eight children piling out of the back of the truck. It must have looked like circus clowns piling out of little mini cars at a three-ring circus. Mom, dad and the bigger kids had chores to do,...

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