By Jim Albers
Many years ago when I was about 10 or so my grandfather and grandmother, Louie and Elizabeth Kegler, would visit us from South St. Paul for two weeks every summer. It was a great time for we would go fishing every day for the entire two weeks.
During one of those visits, it was about 8 or 9 in the morning, a gray day but not raining. My dad, Norb Albers, was feeding Mom's baby chicks, my grandfather was kneeling on the back seat of his car, I was just walking into the door of the machine shed, and my grandmother was sitting in the house between the stove and refrigerator.
Lightning struck our windmill and traveled through all the wires on the place and did some strange things.
My dad was bent over the chicken feeders and thought someone kicked him in the rear - he got knocked over.
I got knocked into the machine shed. My grandfather was lifted off the car seat with little sparks circulating around him. My grandmother got a burn on both arms as the arch traveled through the stove to the refrigerator through her.
We were lucky no one got hurt but my dad came looking for me. He thought I pushed him over onto the floor of the chicken coop. This gave us something to be talk about for years to come.
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