At the age of seventy, my dad sat down at his desk with a yellow pad of paper and began writing stories--stories of growing up on a farm and attending a one-room schoolhouse (Dad graduated top in his class. The only other eighth grader came in second!) He wrote of his life in the army, of meeting and marrying my mom, and raising a family on a farm of his own. He spent the next eleven years adding to his book of stories,...