To the Editor:
The Northwest Herald’s article on the Colby-Peterson Farm brought back a sweet memory. I lived on Lakewood Road (leading into what is now Petersen Park) in the late 1940s and early 1950s. Bob Peterson’s father, Kenneth, was running the farm then and using his team of workhorses for plowing and preparing the fields. Our family would have Kenneth come over and plow the area we used for a huge garden. Having been born with a love for horses, I would sit and watch him work the area with the hope he would let me pet their noses after he was done. I was 6 or 7 at the time. One day, with my father’s permission, Kenneth put me up on the back of the huge sweaty horse and let me ride him back to the farm. After we got back to the farm, he lifted me down and I ran home feeling on top of the world.