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A Time to Reap

I do not know what the city-bred recollect of childhood, but one of my earliest memories is of a sunny Easter morning, when I was no more than three or four years old, standing in an unpaved lane that led down to a tiny farm: the bright new grass...

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  • VIEWS

    My Country 60's

    I lived in Vermont from 1962-71, and I met many of what I later came to call 60's people. While I recognized them for what they were at the time—that required no great penetration—nevertheless there were things about them that puzzled me: Why did...

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  • Correspondence

    The Dakota Men

    "What ever happened to real men . . . the kind of men with good old-fashioned values like honesty, integrity, sincerity, and ambition?" asks FOOD—Farmers of Ongoing Determination—in a promotional flier.

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