Plowing my own furrow

Conscience is an aptitude, faculty, intuition, or judgment of the intellect that distinguishes right from wrong. This man lived until he was 104 years old, was on the cover LIFE magazine, was active and intelligent until the very end. The historical observations alone make this an interesting read. Howard was the Thoreau of recent years, when there was a question of conscience, then only the conscience, should be followed. His home in his later years was shared with his lovely Quaker wife, Louise. The Cherry Valley home was a masterpiece of 100 acres of highly manicured gardens, forests, with limestone bluffs, and cascading lush lawns. Everything was given thought and consideration in every aspect of life. On any given day guests would visit and listen to Howard speak of his ideals and enjoy a roaring fire, a cup of tea, and the delights from Louise's kitchen. This story is written about the journey into manhood, New York, both city and country, in the early years, and the price that was paid by following your own conscience during the first world war.