Oh well, at least grandma was ok.

It was a typical Sunday morning back in the early 1980’s, Mom and Dad and I were at church, Grandpa and Grandma Van Camp were at home on the farm, we figured they just decided to stay home that particular Sunday. During coffee hour the phone in the kitchen rang, Dad happened to be standing right beside it, so he answered. After a few seconds he hung up and said, “‘Lyle we have to go I thi...

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