SOME OF POP'S FAVORITE STORIES TOLD AND RETOLD TO US On a hot August day in 1874 great swarms of grasshoppers appeared like a black storm cloud. They dropped to the ground like a heavy blanket and everything that was growing disappeared, gardens were completely eaten. Only potatoes in the ground and the wheat which had been harvested were saved. My grandmother, in Reno County, Kansas put a linen tablecloth over their open bucket well to keep them out of the well and they ate it to the last thread. I was born in 1888 and when the beginning of the Twentieth century rolled around I was old...