In the spring of 1948, my mother raised frying chickens, and my sister and I would take them to the local grocery store and sell them.
One afternoon, when we were on our way to deliver fresh chickens to the store, there was a loud boom in the sky. When we looked up, we saw smoke.
We forgot about delivering the chickens. Shaking with fright, we jumped back on our bikes and raced home. My sister and I thought it was the end of the world.
When we arrived home, Mother was out in the yard searching the roadway for us.
Several days later we heard that a meteorite had fallen on a farm in Northwest Norton County. A large piece of the meteorite was found by a farmer. I understand that piece is in a museum now.