Llove Letters

When I was a kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, we lived in an old farm house up in Missouri that had been vacant since the farmer moved to town a few years earlier. Dad would rent these old places while he pastored a Church nearby. This house was a two-story job and had a room upstairs that was “locked” by the owner, and filled with lots of interesting things. Even a ten year old could get in – and I did. In that room I discovered a sword. (I know now it was a Civil War sword, in great condition, and probably worth a mint). When my dad…