My name is Everett Fowler. I’m ninety
years old at the time of this writing, and I’d like to share a glimpse of the
things I’ve seen, and life as I have known it. There have been so many changes
over these ninety years that I’m sure some of you won’t even recognize the
world I grew up in, but I believe we all need to remember where we’ve come from
in order to appreciate where we are and what we have now.
I’ve always said I’m just a transplanted
farmer. It doesn’t matter how many years I spent in the banking industry, or
working in the mills, or in the army even. At heart, I’m just a transplanted
farmer. You can learn a lot while living on a farm. The seasons of change and
the cycles of life are never more visible than on a farm.
Those were simpler times in many ways.
Oh yes, it was a harder life, but it was a time when right was right, and wrong
was wrong, when things were just what they seemed. And God’s creation was
largely undisturbed.
Stop by again sometime for another peek! My hope, my prayer is that we can finish his story and have it published before he passes, so he can hold a copy in his hands. That would be just one more blessing in a lifetime of blessings.
