This Man I Did Not Know.
Before our ragtag group of colonies ever dreamt of calling themselves a country our farms have been offering up their best and brightest to serve, battle and protect in the name of freedom, liberty and country.
As we honour those men and women, on this Veteran’s Day, who have given so much I thought it only fitting to remember one man, one farmer, one boy to whom I am eternally grateful but, like so many, I will never know.
There is this man I did not know. For me he exists in black & white and in early, faded Kodak colours. I know so many things about him. I know he was a devoted son, a gentle man, a wonderful husband and the kindest father.
Dana Page Sturtevant was like any boy who grew up in uncertain times and with hardship as a constancy and norm. He spent his childhood working hard, going to school and loving baseball.
He dove headlong into work on the railroad right of school, but like so many of his time when Duty whispered low he replied, “I can.” In April of 1942, at the age of 27 this man I did not know became a Marine.
He was “Pops” to all around him in the…
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