The FARM BOY that walked many paths.

Lost and at the same time an internal compass that can get to anyplace, anytime. Full of turmoil but calm and relaxed but ready to spring to action. The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat flow through my blood like ice water.

It all started in the summer of 1947, the time flies and it seems there is more forgotten than remembered. For the sake of the next generations I am writing this book as a reminder of times past. I also hope in writing this that my family will investigate their past and know there roots. I am now the only living Larson in mine and past generations. I have the great honor to say I have five sons. I am the first living grandfather our family has had as far back as I could find family information.

We usually don’t pay much attention to the past until the past hits us in the face. Then we don’t have the contacts to ask the questions we have. My sons have not reached this age yet and since I am the only one left I feel an obligation to try and chronicle a time line to help with their search when they are ready. Our family was small besides that I am the only one left in the oldest generation in the year 2008. I do have one first cousin on my mother’s side of the family that is still living. His name is Loren Anderson.

Memories of the first years get mixed up in hearing stories of those times and actually remembering them. I am going to error on the side of recalling the stories I have been told along with memories to get a bigger picture of those times as I can. We have pictures that will enhance these comments.

I was at the Cyrus Lutheran Church in Cyrus where our class was placed for the second grade year school. I was picked up to go to the Stevens County Hospital by the pastor from our church Scandia Luthern Free Church. This is the most intense early memory I have. My dad had been in the hospital for three weeks when I was taken to the hospital. I had asked to go many times but was told that I was too young to go to the hospital. I understand that back then youth having restrictions to visit the sick was a normal situation.

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