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Friday, January 1, 1982

5 entries

  1. Friday, January 1, 1982 · Don Krumpos

    Chess-Club Farmer

    I often return to an image of my father in the hayfield: plaid shirt darkened with sweat, straw hat pushed back, a stem of hay sometimes held loosely in the corner of his mouth like he belonged to an old…

  2. Friday, January 1, 1982 · Don Krumpos

    Event Date: Circa 1982–83

    Event Date: Circa 1982–83 Drafted: 2025-11-23 On a warm afternoon — I must have been eight or nine — Dad parked the WD near the pump house. He was fixing something small: maybe a belt, maybe the drawbar pin; he…

  3. Friday, January 1, 1982 · Don Krumpos

    Mader's

    As a child, Milwaukee felt less like a city than a foreign country. To get there from the Door Peninsula farm already felt like crossing worlds—leaving fields, machine sheds, and county roads for expressways, brick facades, traffic, and the unnerving…

  4. Friday, January 1, 1982 · Don Krumpos

    The Keeping of Things

    We had horses my whole childhood. That was one of the facts of the farmstead, as natural to me then as the barn, the garden, the chickens, the machine shed, the old trees. Horses were not decoration. They were part…

  5. Friday, January 1, 1982 · Don Krumpos

    The Salesmen at the Kitchen Table

    Two salesmen came to our kitchen table when I was young. One sold my parents knowledge. The other sold them death. That sounds too dramatic, maybe, but that is how it arranges itself in memory now. Both visits happened early,…