“Here by the owl…” that’s it, that’s all I’ve got. That is the extent of my knowledge of the FFA Creed and the only reason I know that much is because my brother-in-law Marc is a former FFA Advisor and State Officer. So enamored of FFA was he that he tried his darndest to convince my younger sister Kris and I to join FFA back in our high school years. “Are you kidding?” we would reply, “FFA is for boys!” We of course followed the pack, the pack of girls that is, and became members of the Future Homemakers of America, which I don’t think even exists anymore. Now a days I have to chuckle at the thought that I ever aspired to be a “Future Homemaker”, although I did learn how to set a proper table and muddled my way through sewing a zipper into a corderoy throw pillow.