Monthly Archives: August 2013

The Little Red Trike Part 1

Posted on August 9, 2013 by

Feminism has always been a strange concept to me. I never grew up thinking that women were an underclass who were being exploited by men. My mother was certainly not a downtrodden house wife without a mind of her own. … Continue reading →

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At the End of the Day

Posted on August 3, 2013 by

My big brother, Dennis John Camp, was born over nineteen years before me in 1935. He enjoyed four idyllic years as the literally blue-eyed son of two loving parents. He grew up running free on the farm and spending many … Continue reading →

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