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Posted by Russell McClellan | Dec 11, 2020 | Billy Lynn McClellan |
The plow line was perpendicular to the railroad tracks. So, one set of rows would be plowed going toward the track, then turn and plow away from the track. Plowing was hard work and the tractor was noisy. Billy was making the...
Read MorePosted by Russell McClellan | Dec 11, 2020 | Joy Goodman McClellan, Russell Lynn McClellan, Stanley Archer McClellan |
I’d pick flowers to bring to mom. Stan was about two years old. He’d grab handfuls of weeds and give them to her. She would honor his gift of weeds as if it were a beautiful bouquet! She was teaching me by honoring...
Read MorePosted by Russell McClellan | Dec 11, 2020 | Billy Lynn McClellan, Russell Lynn McClellan, Stanley Archer McClellan, Uncategorized |
My father was generous beyond a fault. He considered it his duty/prerogative/calling to take care of his family and friends with the bounty that God had provided him… even when it wasn’t bounteous. Any time we would...
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