Mike Hohl
We moved to the farm where Sis and I grew up when she was 10 and I was 5. One of my earliest memories was of us hoeing weeds in the trees. I always thought I got the tree rows that had the tallest and toughest weeds! We would banter back and forth, but Dad just said, "Get it done!"
I also have fond memories of Sis at the one room rural school we attended that was only 3 miles from our farm. I envied her because she had four students in her grade, but I only had one. We played softball during recess and I remember how proud I was of my Sis because she could always hit a home run when she was at bat! I'm going to really miss that laugh and smile. Love you, Sis.
