My dad was always thinking of odd jobs to keep his boys busy. I truly believe that he lay awake at night thinking up these ideas. In the mid-1960s for a couple of years, I accepted and planted 200 white pines that were given to any 4-H member who wanted them. Finally, Dad proclaimed to my brothers and me that we were going to plant a tree farm. The combination of the 200 trees that I had planted and land slippage on several acres of the farm created the germ of his plan.