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when I lived in the Drum Farm Institute, that rustic utopia among a posse of some 40 boys, house parents and supervisors, beef and dairy, cattle, hogs, sheep, chickens, vagrant, feral cats and love bombed dogs. Andrew Drum himself was something of a mystery. He loomed over us like the projected image of The Wizard of Oz in the classic motion picture that name Our Guardian and protector. Stern would also generously paternal, his gift of food and shelter and the opportunity of education demanded of us know Obi, since we were not even required to learn his backstory, we risk crappy a lot to begin with. Not the shivering newsboy doorway sleepers of your butt, indigent in half, orphan to feed, sack shirted, chop haired, nail bitten and ill shod, the sweep of backcountry cabins and mean city streets, skinny and sometimes hungry. Whatever the cat dragged in at Drum, we were plainly decently but not distinctively clad, as the founders will has it. We were fed from the bounty of the Eastern Jackson County Loan oh, daily roast beef and mashed potatoes. Oh, creamed peas and fried chicken. For Sunday dinner, we were expected to stand on our own two feet to earn our bread like Adam by the sweat of our brow, to embrace the customs and duties of farming, to plant and weed and harvest to milk and shovel and butcher and in our main hours, to study and learn and achieve wholly admirable goals. All of them. In the end, they did us proud. We had no idea. Andrew Drum was replicating his boyhood in the institute that he and his core Delia founded, though it must have been comparable, he did us proud To Andrew Drum Institute is a different place now, as it must be in a different time. If there are spirits, his spirit watches over this place. Ralph Emerson famously saw the connection in his essay, Self Reliance. An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man. What follows is the story of that one man, the man who created this institution now rounding out its 100th year eyes sounds the old major would probably say