I was blessed to grow up in a Norman Rockwellian village in upstate New York. At 5 weeks of age I contracted polio which came with challenges, however it didn't stop me from doing things especially, if I was going to miss out on something fun. One of my most memorable, fun, yet scary, things I did was to raise a small flock of sheep. This mini sheep farm consisted of Southdown ewes and Blackface Suffolk rams. Every year I would sheer, card, spin, and knit their wool into sweaters and gloves. Sounds like fun right? Well, these docile...more
