A poem by Duane H.H. Lyon My great-grandfather, Henry Hoefer arrived by boat in Canada, he was a Hutterite.
He fled Germany with a dream and a wish to enter America, his mother was Jewish.
He stopped at a grocery and tire shop to purchase a soda pop in Drayton, North Dakota.
As he departed the store, he noticed the riverbank trees and the summer-time breeze, welcom...