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We lived in a trailer court that is now called Cloverleaf Trailer Park (and a similar name back then), which is north of the intersection of Highways US 10/52 and MN 23. (View a map.) I think we only stayed there a year or two. Q: Who knows when we moved out of this location to the farm?
Ken told me a story about the day that we moved from this location to living at Grandpa's farm. Ken, please suggest edits as needed since I am trying to recall from my memory what you told me.
The day of the move from the Cloverleaf Trailer Park to living on our grandparents' farmyard was a busy day. Everything was packed up and ready to go. Either Mom or Dad saw a tricycle adjacent to the trailer and asked Ken if that was his or not. He said that it was one of his friends. That parent then told him to hurry up and ride it back since things were ready to go. He started pedaling to his friend's place, and he heard the loaded vehicle(s) start up. Ken was so concerned about being left behind that he abruptly got off the trike, put it to the side of the street, and ran as fast as he could to the vehicles. The parent who had commissioned him to return the tricycle saw him running back and asked him how he returned it so quickly. His answer was as swift as his feet: "I am a fast runner."
Published 2026-07-20.
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