The Rifle in the Cherry Tree

By Richard Gappmayer (Jennifer's father) When the German POWs would come to work on my father's farm they would, during the first summer, be accompanied by a guard. This guard would be armed with an M1 rifle. I don't know if it was loaded. I suspect that it was not. The guard would usually walk around with nothing to do while the men were picking cherries, or he would trade war stories with my...
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Cherries, Rain, and Faith

Life on the farm for a young boy was usually very fun and exciting except for a few times when I had to perform some unpleasant task such as cleaning out the pig pen. This was also the case for my father, except the unpleasant task was trying to pay bills when the crop had failed. This happened several times and in different ways. One particularly brutal way happened one summer with the sweet...
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