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January 1981

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  1. Thursday, January 1, 1981 · Don Krumpos

    Event Date: Early 1981

    Event Date: Early 1981 Drafted: 2025-11-23 Somewhere in that newspaper clipping is my favorite kind of memory: the goat in the doorway of the barn, silhouette framed by winter light, ears flicking, waiting to see if a kid might drop…

  2. Thursday, January 1, 1981 · Don Krumpos

    vent Date: 1979–1983

    vent Date: 1979–1983 Drafted: 2025-11-23 Beside the goat pen stood an old red hand pump — all iron, stiff, chipped, stubborn with age. It was the kind of pump that felt ancient even in the late 70s, like something from…

  3. Thursday, January 1, 1981 · Don Krumpos

    Event Date: Summer 1980–1982 (approx.)

    Event Date: Summer 1980–1982 (approx.) Drafted: 2025-11-23 Hay days were our family’s version of a festival — noisy, sweaty, communal, and threaded with a kind of old-world pageantry that doesn’t exist anymore. The machinery we used was ancient even then:…

  4. Thursday, January 1, 1981 · Don Krumpos

    The Wequiock Years

    The bus came first and left last. We were the first picked up in the morning and the last dropped off in the afternoon — an hour each way for a four-mile distance, the route winding through farms and gravel…

  5. Thursday, January 1, 1981 · Don Krumpos

    Memoir Year: around 1980–1983

    Memoir Year: around 1980–1983 Written: 2025 Hay days were a festival. Not an event we attended, but one that sprang from the land itself. The Allis-Chalmers WD led the parade, pulling behind it an ancient hay rake with tines like…

  6. Thursday, January 1, 1981 · Don Krumpos

    One year — I must’ve been around seven — my dad got a job at one of the big

    One year — I must’ve been around seven — my dad got a job at one of the big factories in town. We treated it like he’d been knighted. A new chapter. A new life. The promise of stability, whatever…

  7. Tuesday, January 6, 1981

    Tuesday, January 6, 1981

    I can't believe it's 1981 and that it's been this long since I wrote anything down in this journal. A lot has happened since 1979. Keith and I have both grown in our faith. I'm thankful for that. Christmas this…