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All’s Well Here l It’s harvest time again, and as I watch the spud trucks rumbling by and see the diggers and crossovers moving up and down the fields, my mind returns to an event that happened many years ago. School was out for two weeks for spud harvest and everyone had lots to do. We were loading hay into the loft of our barn when the message came. The “Paul” family had been in an accident. Mrs. Paul and the children had been visiting relatives in Salt Lake when the accident occurred. Many of the family were in critical condition. Mr. Paul dropped everything and headed to Salt Lake to the hospital, asking us if we could feed his cattle while he was gone. We wondered if there wasn’t more we could do. Dad said he would handle our chores if I wanted to go. We knew they still had potatoes to dig, as well as some late season hay that was sitting in the field. We didn’t have potato equipment, but I could work hay. I loaded our hay piler onto our truck and headed on my way, not knowing who I would get to drive for me. I needn’t have worried. As I pulled onto the Paul farm, cars were coming from every direction. Down the road 9