Outreach to those seeking civil justice and healing process still a long, hard journey
Back in the early seventies a young man from Buffalo Lake had finished high school — sort of — and set out to see the world on his thumb.
He saw and learned much more about this Country, its citizens and their history than any book could ever describe.
Entering his second decade the young man left his home and his family to live a life of solidarity.
He hadn’t gone farther than a few miles from his workplace. A farmer, which owned a vacant farm house that did not want it “squatted” by vagabonds, rented the house on a quarter mile driveway in the middle of a section of the farmer’s land.
It was a perfectly quiet setting. Remote enough to the kind of gardening “Hippies” did in the ‘60s. Yet, close enough, to the necessities — food, bread, and beer–to get you through a night and ready for the next day.
This “Child of the ‘60s” soon became host to several other “Children” – some for a weekend, others for months – for little more than the four seasons of a year.
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