JC the Farm Boy


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JC’s imagination runs wild. His dreams take on a life of their own. Everyday tasks turn into quests with Roman soldiers and escapades with wild creatures. Where will the adventure take them today?




A Farm Boy's Journey


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Annual Report


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Reports for 1931/1932 includes the Yearbook of the Illinois Farmers' Institute Department of Household Science.




Music City Farm Boy


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In the mid-1970's, Illinois farmboy Marc Allen is a feisty, hell-drivin' 19-year-old full of dreams and ambition. Just one problem. Marc's dreams do not include baling hay and plowing fields. By this time, Marc has become not just a farmboy, but a disc jockey, club musician, and songwriter. So now he's happy, right? Wrong. Marc becomes bored and restless, longing for something greater. An adventure. So, instead of wallowing in his own self-induced nest of misery, Marc decides to take wing and fly away. Chucks it all, leaving two steady girlfriends (at least two) and heads for Nashville, in search of a little fame and a lot of fortune. Alas, an old story, one that's been told a million times. Except in Marc Allen's case, he just happens to be me. What can I say, I was young and foolish. Now I'm old and foolish. Still, all things considered, I think it's a story that needs to be told. You'll see what I mean. A story of dreams, adventure, and tragedy. And many years later after I had moved to Florida, my teen-aged daughter, Maddy, began asking all sorts of pointed questions. You know, stuff about my past, Nashville and the music business. She's a lot like her Pop, curious about every damn thing. At a young age, Maddy had taken up the piano. And over the years had listened to her Pop go on and on about the "runnin' days." Home, then Music City. Me and my big mouth. But anyway, the more we talked I figured what the hell, maybe I could put it all together ya know? Into book-form. A keepsake. And so, here it is, written as though I'm speaking to my daughter---because I was at the time---the story of my young life. The up's, the down's, and how a terrible tragedy kept me on the edge for many years. But ya know, people like that have two choices. They can either end it all, or somehow find a way to go on. Thanks to Maddy, l found a way.




Mahanay Brothers


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A farm family in Texas sent all six of its sons into military service between December 7, 1941 and November 22, 1963. Its only son-in-law also served. This is not a narrative about men who battled on foreign soil. Some never left the American continent; none ever fired a shot at the enemy. But these seven steadfastly served their nation between those two dates of infamy. Thus, their stories are of no less importance than those of men who fought overseas. Their stories tell of adventure, a mother’s broken heart, a father’s sadness, and the loneliness of brides left behind










Annual Report


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With reports of County farmers' institutes for the year ...




Farm Boy's Dream


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My vision of flying started with C. Lindberg flying solo across the Atlantic and the pictures of him landing in France at night, I believe. I believe there was also a fellow by the name of Chamberln not sure of the spelling on his name who had planned the same trip, but Lindberg beat him to it; I believe he was from Iowa. And then there was Col. Roscoe Turner, who held world s speed record at, I believe it was, 300 mph sometime in the early thirties. And then there was Wily Post one-eyed pilot, who, with Will Rogers, a humorist from Oklahoma, attempted a round-the-world flight and crashed; and both were killed in Alaska. And then the China Clipper on its maiden flight John Music I used to; believe me. And then there was Amelia Earhart. Flying was in my blood, until I did not get to attend high school; so my flying dreams went out the window, knowing that I would need all the education to get there. So WW II came along, and as you see, my dream did come true to come out of service and to be qualified to fly any aircraft that was being flown in the world. And now you would wonder: why would anyone pass up an opportunity such as that? Good question . . . you were allowed only twenty hours a week flying time . . . free time that bothered me; being a farmer, we had no free time to speak of. There was nothing more boring than flying hours on end with nothing to look at. It was not boring on the way to a target but on the way back to base five hours of blue sky and water. We did not fly every day, maybe three missions a week. There was no recreation down there, believe me. Since I was the youngest, it was expected of me to take care of my parents on the farm.




Herd Register


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