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Daddy's Hands While some things in my childhood certainly weren't all they could be, I also had the best Dad imaginable. Dad had me pretty late in life. He was 53 when I was born. Mom was 42. Dad was in the middle in his family. Mom was the youngest in hers. The very odd situation that arose from that was that all my first cousins were old enough to be my Aunts and Uncles. My second cousins were my age. John Wesley Bowes was born April 22, 1913 in Deacon/Traemore Ontario. The family moved to Antrim when he was 2 years old. At 16 he rented his first farm. He bought our farm on the Queens Line near Foresters Falls in 1939 when he would have been 26 years old. In 1941 his barn was struck by lightning and burnt to the ground. He was knocked out for a moment in the house by the strike that came through the wires from the barn to what he was handling in the house at the time. Likely the radio or a toaster or tea kettle, but I don't remember if he told me. A new barn was built...