Beck & Beck December 2018

Dec 2018

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Growing Up on the Family Farm Dedicated Fishermen

When I was growing up, I spent many years at the family farm. My parents had always wanted to live in the country, and in 1990, they had their chance. They found a farm an hour outside St. Louis in Catawissa, Missouri, at a fantastic price. They bought the acreage, and we moved in that summer. For the next 15 years, my whole family lived there each summer. We raised cattle, horses, and a few goats, and we worked on the farm throughout the summer months. We enjoyed every moment of it. Over the years, my brother and I became enthusiastic fishermen. We constantly fished at any chance we had, and during the school year, we thought only of getting back out on the water. I would often spend 4–6 hours every day fishing — I’d wake up early in the morning and head out again in the evening, which are the best times to catch the lunkers! I would catch bass, catfish, and bluegill mostly, then my brother and I would call our sisters down to the water to show them the catch before releasing them. It turns out that my 4–6-hour daily fishing habit caused a chunk of the cartilage in my elbow to wear down and break apart — a consequence of casting too much in a young arm. Every few days, it would become lodged into my elbow joint and my elbow would lock into place, unable to move. To get back out there “Over the years, my brother and I became enthusiastic fishermen. We constantly fished at any chance we had, and during the school year, we thought only of getting back out on the water.”

the hose to create an ice track. In the morning, we had a perfect hill to slide down. One of my fondest memories is of the massive snowballs we’d make by walking to the top of a hill and then rolling them down, their size growing with each push. Once we’d reach the bottom of the hill, they’d be as large as a round hay bale. My family still makes every effort we can to visit our family farm, and I still enjoy heading up there to spend a few hours fishing at the pond. Being at the farm, fishing, doing chores, and taking care of our animals shaped who my brother and I are today, and I wouldn’t give those experiences up for anything. The hard work ethic we developed on the farm has stuck with us today in our representation of all our clients.

to do what I loved, I had surgery to remove the problematic piece of cartilage. Once my arm was fully mobile again, I went right back out to the lake to catch some bass. My brother and I spent countless hours swimming in the lake, catching frogs and crawfish in the stream, and playing in the mud and woods. I would also help around the farm, taking care of the livestock. We even had a one-horned goat that would get his head stuck in the fence on a daily basis. He would poke his head through, but once he got his head in there, he couldn’t pull it back out, due to his single long horn. He would cry and cry until someone relieved him from his predicament. During the winter, my brother and I would play in the snow and go sledding down the hill near our house. Before it became dark, we would pack the snow down with our sleds and turn on

-Paul Beck

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