While reading the book written by Bettie Youngs, I couldn’t help but notice many similarities to so many farm families I have known over my lifetime.
There has never been a time in my life without dogs. I can’t imagine it any other way.
I remember a black and white photograph in an old family album.
Friends seem puzzled by the fact that I know very little about television hit shows from my childhood era.
Consider for a moment some of the amazing Americans who shaped the development of history. Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Charles Kettering, Marie Curie, Charles Lindberg are a few who come to mind quite readily.
When we speak of land conservation, the farmer in each of us tends to think of caring for farm ground in the best possible way.
This past weekend was a big event, and a memorable one, for certain.
The parents of my good friend Cindy celebrated 50 years of marriage, and there was a party big enough to mark it.
My son, Cort, has become friends with a girl who is visiting here from Japan this school year.
He told us that he is teaching her fun English slang words, and she is enjoying every minute of it.
Just a week ago, we had the joy of welcoming a young couple with a sweet little baby to our home.
As I was making a fuss over the baby, the young mother told me my optimism and enthusiasm was exactly what she needed to hear.
As time marches on, the changing of seasons remains the same, but little else has been untouched by the progression of time.
I remember as a child being obsessed with horses and the cowboy life. It consumed our play, it invaded our dreams.