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One of my earliest memories was the smell and sight of clouds of dust as our green Hudson left the pavement on Iowa Highway 92 somewhere west of Washington. The year was 1934 and there was a stretch of unpaved road between Washington and Oskaloosa. It was hot, very hot and dry. My parents, my brother, my grandmother, and I were en route to Pella where my father was the new president of Central College. All our lives, in different ways, would be affected permanently.
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