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RootsThe farm was on the end of a dead end road. It was just 2.4 miles from theHasty exit which is between Monticello and Clearwater on I94.If you came to visit, the closer you got to the farm, the narrower andnarrower the gravel road became. Then, just past my mailbox, you���d make asharp right turn and come up the driveway. Along the length of that 300-footdriveway and for a full 25 feet wide was... the garden.I bought this four acre farm in 1972. I was young, single, filled withambition and idealism. I was bound and determined that I was going to live offthat land for the rest of my life!I raised all my own food. I had ducks, geese, chickens, steers, pigs andgoats. I did all my own butchering and made my own butter, cottage cheese andyogurt. I grew my own wheat, ground my own flour and made my own bread. Inshort, I was remarkably self-sufficient! As well as very, very lonely.I met Carol and she began to spend time with me at the farm. We wereout next to the driveway, planting teStatu
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