Winnie's story ran to nine pages.
Mine ran to twenty-one.
She wasn't the one out there wielding the axe or the saw or digging the post holes.
Whereas I was.

The Balsoms did virtually nothing to improve the place during their tenure. The two older ones came out five or six years after we'd bought it, and I commented about how what fences there were on the place when I bought it were in a dilapidated state, and the oldest one (Can't think of his Christian name at the moment,) said "Well of course they fell down; the posts rotted."
Hello? That's where you get a spade out and replace it. It's called 'maintenance'.

Yep, our local newspapers (all three of them,) are still extant. And perhaps I should approach them to see if they're interested in publishing. I just hadn't thought of them before.

I mean...do people really want to read about the story of one particular farm?