In the shop, breathing the scent of dusty grease and oil; in the old house, staring into the living room where Dad and Jake used to take naps together on the couch; in the sheep barn, remembering the joy implicit in so much baaing life; in every inch of the farm, I recalled my father’s presence.
Julene Bair, The Ogallala Road: A Memoir of Love and Reckoning
family, farm-life, fathers, memories