Remember 20? The dawn of opportunity. Infinite options in a college catalog. Promise of romance. Reservoirs of energy.
My grandfather turned 20 in 1929. No, he did not lose
anything in the stock market crash. Life was already skimpy on jobs, money, and hope—it just got harder.
anything in the stock market crash. Life was already skimpy on jobs, money, and hope—it just got harder.
16 years later—climbing Mt Everest when looking forward, a bobsled race in retrospect—he fulfilled a dream when he bought a dairy farm in Price, Utah.
I do not know how the dream started—perhaps his in-laws' financial success on their farm, or his wife wanting to recreate her childhood. I do not know what it took to get there—a miracle, luck, tithing blessings, others' generosity, perhaps. Willingness to sacrifice and teamwork with his wife, certainly.
I never knew the farm. But I knew my grandfather—a man who had a dream and achieved it. A man who eventually put aside his dream to meet the needs of his family.
EL was his brand.
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