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Thursday, January 1, 1981
6 entries
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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…
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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…
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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:…
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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…
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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…
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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…