I loved spending summers on my grandparents’ farm. Grandpa was a dairy farmer, so his day began way before sunrise. I recall hearing him head out the back door and down the path by the smoke house where he would…

I loved spending summers on my grandparents’ farm. Grandpa was a dairy farmer, so his day began way before sunrise. I recall hearing him head out the back door and down the path by the smoke house where he would…