pumpkin decorating, live music, and a “VIP sunset experience.”
I didn’t recognize the event.
I definitely recognized the land.My name is Jack Mercer.
I was forty-two years old, and Mercer Farm had been in my family for eighty-seven years.
Farm tours
Six hundred and twelve acres outside Millbrook, Missouri.
Corn on the north fields.
Soybeans along the creek bottom.
Cattle pastures west of the house.
A machine barn built by my father.A white farmhouse my grandfather had enlarged one room at a time whenever the family could
