After the service we stopped by a cranberry bog. The photo is me in a reflective moment.
A large part of Dad's life was cranberries. We moved from Kansas to Oregon in 1955. He first got involved in a co-op lumber mill. After a few years it went bankrupt, so he tried cranberries. That was more successful. Farming was in his blood. In Kansas he had raised wheat and had a dairy. Prior to that he drilled water wells. Growing cranberries was his focus until he retired in 1992 at age 80. Along the way he utilized his mechanical skills to keep things running smoothly. When I was about 14 we overhauled the little Ford tractor. You can learn a lot when you take an engine totally apart and see it spread before you in tiny pieces. Another time he admired the neighbor's bump gate, but didn't want to spend what it would cost to get one, so he built his own. It worked, but also terrorized the unsuspecting visitors who would bump it too hard, or too soft. It served its purpose well, which was to keep the deer out of the cranberry bogs. All the bogs had a six foot fence surrounding them. In the spring, one deer could knock a lot of berries off the vines and do considerable damage. I think if Dad had been born in my generation he would have been a mechanical engineer. Part of his longevity can be attributed to Mom's healthy cooking. Dad would tease her about it, "If it tastes good, spit it out." In reality, we all loved her cooking. He often spoke about retirement, but Mom talked him out of it, "Now what would you do?" They finally did retire, and moved to Coquille to be closer to their church.
