The first thing that comes to mind when I think of Kansas is the-family Growing up, I spent my summers on my grandparent's farm south east of Alamota, Kansas. I loved to hear my grandpa Dale (Pappy) Patton and other relatives spin their tales of yesteryear and the days of old. I was quiet as a creep-mouse as I listened to the tales, of hardships, tornadoes, drought, hail, cowboys, Indians, farming, ranching, and of course the other BS that old men...
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