Everyday I traverse the Curtis Road hill, the southside of which looks like a long esker, a gravel-deposited ridge running west to east for about five miles starting at Townline Road and ending at Manitou Road where it dives down into the Salmon Creek valley. It just disappears. Now October, field corn and soybeans have turned this peaceful yellow-tan color and are often whipped by the coming November winds. The hill is treeless today and looks strangely bare except for the cultivated fields and occasional home, old farmstead, and what intrigues me the most . . . the tenant-farmers dwellings.
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