Thanks a Lot, God
When his first true love sends 19-year-old Hollis Olmstead a shocking "Dear John" letter while he is serving in the Army, he questions why God has abandoned him. Upon his discharge, he returns with a vengeance to establish an independent life, settling on Omaha, Nebraska, as his adopted hometown. The reader follows him on his journey into manhood and his experiences with God. Sometimes funny, sometimes touching and sometimes painful, Hollis's varied experiences teach him important life lessons.
When his first true love sends 19-year-old Hollis Olmstead a shocking "Dear John" letter while he is serving in the Army, he questions why God has abandoned him. Upon his discharge, he returns with a vengeance to establish an independent life, settling on Omaha, Nebraska, as his adopted hometown. The reader follows him on his journey into manhood and his experiences with God. Sometimes funny, sometimes touching and sometimes painful, Hollis's varied experiences teach him important life lessons.
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C H A P T E R O NE<br />
M<br />
Y NAME IS Hollis Olmstead.<br />
I was born in 1939 and raised on a small farm<br />
in northern Wisconsin. Dad was a reluctant<br />
farmer. His father wanted him to farm, so he<br />
did. Because his heart wasn't in it, he was not a very good<br />
farmer. The family got by, barely.<br />
We got electricity in the house when I was five. We got<br />
a telephone when I was seven. The radio came somewhere<br />
in between. The television arrived just before I turned<br />
eleven. Hard times showed up before I was born and<br />
didn't leave until Dad sold the farm and we moved into<br />
town.<br />
Mom was a reluctant mother. She had two children<br />
because she was Catholic. She was raised to believe that a<br />
child's behavior was formed using either a large wooden<br />
spoon or a stool in the corner. I chose the stool whenever<br />
I could. One day when I was six, I asked Mom, "Do frogs<br />
fart?" I had heard my dad and uncles use the word "fart"<br />
many times and thought it was acceptable. In keeping
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