Session Notes

During the years I was working on Shovel of Dirt I visited several times the river valley in downstate Illinois my family had once farmed.  Through talking to a couple of old-timers who still lived there and remembered my family, I managed to find the crumbled, overgrown remnants of the original farmhouse foundation in the woods nearby, which sparked my imagination.  There was a story in my family – true or not, I have no idea – about one of my ancestors supposedly killing an interloper he caught on his property.  Wondering what could ever have provoked such a thing, I decided to spin off this bleak view of rural life using that story as a basis.