Tales of the old days, and a certain bachelor pulpwood cutter
January 4, 2019
Editor's note: This is a slightly edited version of a story Arnold Collman wrote about his old neighbor, Adolf Langholf.
His name was Adolf Langholf, must have had some German in his blood. He was our neighbor, a bachelor and lived alone. Adolf lived up Highway 73 on the north side of Molberg Lake. He visited our place often. Liked to sit, and "chew the fat" if he wasn't too busy. He would come for Sunday dinner. Ma baked bread and washed clothes for him. Ma never wanted much for those chores. But you know Adolf always paid more than she asked. He was like that!
I took to him right off. You ca...
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