Ervin, (the Palm boys dad), and his brother Clinton Palm 1931 My dad was a fun-spirited person in his own right. He enjoyed playing with children, making their lives fun, and they liked him too. He had become an icon on both sides of the family for his antics, although by the time I was born in the early 1950s, he was almost all played out. In the early years of my folk’s marriage (beginning in 1929), when my mother’s much younger siblings were all still at home here in Roseau County, I suspect Dad played a few jokes on them, one of which I remember distinctly was when the Palm boys from ‘Da Range’ were up here visiting “Grandma Palm and Uncle Raymond,” in the early 1960s. Dad had one of the four brothers, all about my age, sit down on the floor with his legs wide apart. Then, using a few ounces of water, he made a small puddle on the floor between the lad’s knees and his ankles. Arming the now very curious boy with two table knives, their points down