Peggy Ann Isakson on his dad’s lap in November, 1965. Peggy found this photo in the photo album and it inspired her to call her dad. Contributed photo The memory of my dad’s large work-worn farm hands had remained with me for many years. I often fondly recalled the times that I would crawl up on his dirt and sweat-soaked overhauls by our kitchen table after he’d been working in the field of our rural Fergus Falls farm home. He would smell like grease and fresh-cut hay, and he