Well, crap.
Frank James is gone. I remember reading his stuff years back, and not too horrible many years ago, he was gracious enough to allow me to hunt on his property. I even slept in the farmhouse he grew up in.
I spoke with him on the phone some time back, and he was coherent and cogent, after his stroke, and a lot of therapy. He even made a token effort at coming back to blogging, but it must have been extremely difficult.
The world is a colder place now than it was this time yesterday.
I’m sorry to hear that he is gone, enjoyed reading his blog.
I’m sorry to hear that. He wrote a good blog and had the Midwest in his blood and bones it seemed.
Indeed he did.
I liked his writing and found the book he wrote very enjoyable. He will be missed and I pray he is with his daughter whom he sorely missed.
That was a hell of a loss.
I learned so much about today’s farmer from reading his posts. Teaching without trying to teach, just talking about his life and travails while trying to run a farm in rural Indiana. A donation in his memory to the organization named in the obituary is at least something I can do even if it is a small token of appreciation for his sharing.