North Dakota roots might not be canvas roots, but they are no less grand

Uncle Darold, former member of the 7th Calvary Parade Troop, on the old homstead. When I was 5, Uncle Darold caught me hitting a pig one day with a stick to hear it squeal. He made me pick weeds for a week out of the shelterbelt, and wouldn't let me feed the animals for 2 weeks. My father taught me to love an animal, and his brother taught me to respect them.
Uncle Darold taking Eric to the Indian tepee rings(rocks used to hold the tepee secure to the ground) to show him where his father used to find arrowheads. 1982