80 years ago today I was born in the very house in which I now reside. "We" had no electricity. Did have primitive telephone service. Doctors made house calls. Electricity came along when I was 5. I really didn't understand what it was all about--we had this guy coming every day "wiring the house." (Which seemed to be THE topic of conversation at any social gathering.) On the day the power was activated my dad called me into the barn to "show me something." New lights burning all over the barn, and then the house! What an exciting time that was for our household! Farming was done mostly with horses--every local farmer had a 2-horse/mule team. My dad, with his brother on an adjoining farm had an IHC 15-30 tractor between them. The 15-30 replaced a Titan that my grandfather provided them, but never drove--(never drove a car either.) It was replaced a year after my birth with an F-20. That's the one I began with. By the time I was 15 both farms each had two tractors! My Dad had the F-20 and a brand new H. The five children all went in diverse ways to pursue other things, but the three of us that are left all eventually returned to farming to some extent. I bought the home place from my parents after living and working elsewhere for some time. I thought my Dad,at 74, too old to take care of this farm, and suddenly, here I am at 80! Wow! Wasn't it last year that I retired at 65?