Damp Farmland, an Accident, and Accepting Good News
My father told me that a few generations back, his forebears got stuck with farmland near Lake Michigan. It wasn't a marsh, but it wasn't particularly good for growing crops, either.
They found someone who'd buy the place and moved west. Again.
Time passed.
My father's father got hired at a construction site, working there until someone dropped a crane on him and several of his colleagues. Unintentionally....
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(Two more family stories: what might have happened if the family had hung on to substandard farmland near Lake Michigan, and a construction accident.)
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