Coincidentally, hanco, one of several earliest memories was when I discovered my grandfather dead of a heart attack. He had apparently felt ill and gone out to the privy on the farm, where he was seated when I found him. I was three.
Same farm - Dad was blowing stumps with dynamite and right after one blast I ran up and fell into the hole headfirst. I can smell the smoke of the dynamite to this day. I was two, I think. I remember many things about that farm and my early years, too many to recount here.
