Patience

Abstract

in part his concern for the children of the hill counties that have seldom shared the prosperity of the rest of the country. The effort marked the high point of his life, and the last of his gifts to his people. For though he practiced law in Lexington, he and his wife Sara had built a large cabin on their farm in the hills of Powell County, and it was while he was hurrying home to the hills on a snowy winter's evening that he met his tragic demise in the rushing flood waters of the Red River. In keeping with his wishes, he was taken home and buried only a short walk from where he began, in the hills of Clay County, from which he had just gone away for a little while. Patience Everything shines with use— the plowshare, the baler chute, the hook where his left hand used to be. While the stump was healing he still drove his tractor, and after the hook, he was nearly whole. Nearly. That's farming for you— it starts with one little piece; sooner or later it'll get the rest. —David Black 34 ...