The two bros., they haven't been together for 15 years as one moved back to their birth place in Iowa. This was time for good memories and just being brothers again. As small kids they were brought up in Iowa as "share-croppers". They lived in a one room house with their parents and three sisters. They started hunting and trapping for food with their father at the ages of 4 and 5 years old. They were blessed with a mother who loved the Lord and would take them to Church every Sunday, either on foot or in a wagon. They went to every Tent Revival that came through town and they learned that the Lord was their provider and that He was the one that kept them alive from day to day. They went to school with opossum, squirrel, rabbit, ground hog or whatever they trapped in their lunches and they wore shoes with no soles, but they were happy and loved and that is what meant everything to them. God kept them alive though the younger one, my husband had rickets at the age of 3 and had eaten a pound of plaster out of the wall before they realized what was wrong. God's hand has been on these men since they were babes. The older of the two has a testimony that would knock your socks off. When the family moved to California while they were still yet young, the eldest bro fell into the wrong crowd and eventually became a biker with one of the worst gangs in the U.S., even more violent than the Hells Angels were at that time. God grace was upon him and kept him alive through the violence and drug years and eventually, he found his way back to God. What a testimony there! Maybe someday I can share it......