Sunday, April 4, 2021
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being raised in Thurston Hollow nearest neighbor to the Sicklers, Herold was like a cross between a big brother, or uncle, but mostly one of my "best friends". He took my brothers and I to church every Sunday, many snowy days in his old fluid drive dodge that went like a tank when he put the knobby tires on it. I would hear him below my bedroom window, Plowing their big 20 acre field with their old John Deere A. We picked huckel berries up on Lords Mt. near Beaumont and I helped with loading loose hay and riding the sickle mower to raise and lower the blades and bring the cows in for milking. For something to do, my friend Paul Corby and I would clean the drops in the barn. Because of Harold I found Jesus and gave my heart to him in 1952. I look forward to being with Herold again in Paradise for evermore, Leon Jenkins lhjenkins@verizon.net