“Keuterville is Keuterville, and claims a booming population of about 52 people, 15 dogs, about 20 cats, and numerous unmentionables. It is here I call home,” writes Delbert (Clem) Nuxoll.
And when Delbert mentions “home,” nostalgic memories of his boyhood are rekindled with thrills, chills, and growing pains of living on the farm beginning in 1933. Here are stories and poems from an ordinary country boy, born and raised in a small house with no electricity but a warm wood stove and family. The author and his youngest sister Myrna write about their 206-acre farm with chickens in the yard, pigs making hogs of themselves, cows and horses, cats and dogs; butchering and harvesting; pocketknives and rifles; railroad trestles and swimming holes; hunting and fishing; and all kinds of trouble that a country boy can’t avoid . . .