Kenneth W. Mullen

Back in about early 1950's our family lived in a house on the farm. My uncle Ken loaded his truck with feed to be ground and mixed at the feed mill in Seymour. I was about 4 or 5 years old, I was playing in the back of the truck, Ken took off to Seymour not knowing I was in the back. I was not concerned, it was fun for Me. My Mon and Dad were worried until We got back, I road in the cab of the truck on the way back.