One of my earliest memories is driving at night in the rain to my Aunt and Uncle’s farm in Southerland Springs to see my newborn cousin Stephen. Growing up, the Willeford Dairy Farm was a place I spent a lot of time, milking cows, hauling hay, hunting quail and in ...
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