By Brenda Winslow
I was 17 years old and off to college in Kirksville, Missouri or the “Ville” as the student so passionately referred to it as. How I got there, only God knows. But now looking back 20 something years later, I can see this was sooo God’s plan for me. On the first day of the arrival of the incoming freshman, there was always a picnic so that the newbies could get to know one another at Red Barn Park. I thought it was a strange name until I saw it. There was actually a large red barn in the middle of the park. I must admit this was the first time this city girl had ever seen a barn. You talk about culture shock!!!!!