LETTERS TO THE EDITOR

Reflections on cotter pins & nails

fter reading for a number of years, I would like to share a story with your readers, some of whom I’m sure have gone through the same thing. Not everyone grew up on a farm. For some of us city boys, we learned from those who did grow up on family farms. My Uncle Henry (Hank) was the eldest in my father’s family. He and my dad were very close. My uncle and his family lived only about a block away from us in Jamestown in western New York, then an industrialized city of about 45,000. My dad’s family had grown up