From Rachel Sinn
People always say, “It’s funny the things you remember.” Growing up on a farm for the first seven years of my life was mostly uneventful and, except for the occasional “adventure” with my sister Mandy Stormer of Greenfield, there wasn’t a whole lot to do. A typical adventure usually consisted of walking around the pasture, exploring the nearby pond and chasing our dog Lucy. However, there are a few adventures in particular that always stick out in my mind. My grandma, Janice Fain of Afton, has a talent for using old expressions so as a result of this knowledge, Mandy and I now use words like “catty-wompus” and “Johnny on the spot” in the average conversation.
I remember when Grandma had just explained the concept of “thumbing for a ride” with a hitchhiker’s thumb. Excited to apply this new concept, Mandy and I stood out by the mailbox, thumbs extended, as our Great Uncle Dan Fain, drove by as usual on the way to go check cattle. He must have found this amusing because he stopped and picked us up. We took the best seats: the back of the truck. Uncle Dan took us through the pastures and over the muddy creeks. As far as adventures went, it was one of the best. However, the reception when we got home was not. Apparently in the hour that we were gone our parents, Kent and Juliann Sinn, had been searching for us, thinking the worst. At the ages of six and nine, it hadn’t exactly occurred to us that we needed to tell someone where we were going. Uncle Dan endured some harsh glares at the drop off, and I distinctly remember not seeing him stop by for a couple days, probably so Mom had a little time to cool off.
It has been nearly 16 years since we first “thumbed” Uncle Dan for an adventure, and I still smile at the memory, but these days instead of searching for a ride from Dan, I’m searching for prayers for him. Dan, originally of Lorimor, now 70-years-old and residing in Arizona, is currently fighting anaplastic cancer, the rarest form of Thyroid cancer. The battle has been tough, but I’m hoping that if enough of us have our thumb out, God will stop by to pick us up with a miracle for Uncle Dan.