Blog Archives: April 2017

Marvin writes: My years, up to age eighteen, I spent growing up on a Vermont dairy farm. I was son number three in a family of five sons and no daughters. My home life was stable despite the fact that my parents were un-equally yoked: my mother a devout Christian and my father for all of my years at home was a secular moralist. We lived, at least on the surface, by the Ten Commandments. Schooling for me was eight years in a three-room public school where up until the mid-1950s we had Bible reading twice per day. High school was two years in ...