Dear Reader,
Let’s travel back into the 1920’s and 1930’s for a breath of fresh air on the Adair farm near Redding, Iowa. We pass farmsteads, fields of grain, and pastured animals to arrive at our farmhouse. Then we race to the wide front porch and open the door. Mom greets us with her big smile and a hug for each. As we enter, the aroma of fresh baked bread surrounds us. Let’s have a slice with sweet butter. We see Dad coming from the west pasture riding his favorite horse, Star. Lady barks a greeting and comes for a romp on the lawn. You’re invited to gather eggs, pick beans in the garden, and live the stories within these pages.
