In Honor Of Gerald Yeager, My Father and The Day I Died~
By Deb Brooks
(Brooks Prime Properties Wichita Falls Texas)
In Honor of My Father...and it began in 1918... on a Dairy farm in Southern Indiana. Times were so different then. Life was simple and fresh and pure as a tall glass of cold milk. Many people's livings were being made by cultivating the land and what it provided. A little boy was born by the name of Gerald and would be called Gerry. Gerry, a cotton-topped three year old was playing in the yard one day when he saw his dad's tractor coming in from the fields to the barn. As he had done so many times before, Gerry went running and scaled the fence that kept him from his daddy. But, this time he fell. His left arm was broken and the old country doctor was fetched. Casting for broken limbs was still relatively new and the doctor was very, very old. Gerry's mother tried everything she could t...