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Living on a farm all of his life, dad was a great guy.  I remember thrashing with the horses and big meals and lunches we had to fix.  Then came the big pile of straw we kids were told to stay out of.  We of course tunneled right in it.  As for the Buenting farm home place, I remember the long lane and the buggy that all the kids rode on.  Being one of the younger kids, I never had to push to get it started down the lane, but we all had to push to get it back up.

I thought the long bench behind the kitchen table was neat; so one time I hurried and got to sit there only to find out you had to sit there until all the adults were done.  I only tried that once.  I also remember Little Omma playing hide and seek with us around the corner of the house, playing on the iron ring where they dried the separator parts when they washed them, and playing on the cave door.  The Christmas parties at Uncle Eddie’s when the Buenting brothers would sing Christmas carols in German.

Grandma’s house in town had a table with a shelf under it, and she had these ceramic little dog figurines, and I would get to play with them when no one else was around.  When she moved in with Aunt Freida, she gave me one.

Also, I was only three or four, but I remember Grandpa Buenting sitting on his bench under the big tree in the front yard working on his baskets.