Mooreland, Indiana, was paradise for a child — my old friend Rose and I have often said so — small, flat, entirely knowable. When I say it was small I mean the population was three hundred people. I cannot stress this enough. People approach me to say they, too, grew up in small towns and […]
While moving my little herd of fainting goats from their pen in the old bank barn, my pair of English Shepherds decided they would help me with the job. I had Blossom on a lead rope, easily moseying along, curious to see where I was taking her. She had her eye on the big pasture ahead, and the rest of my goats followed along like the herd animals they are.
All of his adult life, 32-year-old Randy has been working toward the goal of owning a farm. He and his wife bought 32 acres and built their house, hoping to later sell that land and buy his old family farm back with whatever profit they could gain.
A connection to a plot of ground is difficult to explain to others who have never experienced it, but for a dyed-in-the-wool farm kid, it needs no explanation.
Everyone has a story to tell, and once in awhile you meet someone who carries that story with such reverence that it serves as a simmering pot in which the foundation to reach a goal grows stronger with each passing year.
I have always enjoyed conversation with those who enjoy growing as well as hunting their own food. There is an insight that goes beyond the typical, because for each of them, this became a conscious choice at some point in their lives.
There are some things that get my attention, which I realize most people wouldn’t even hear in random conversation. I was standing in line at the store and overheard a woman say to her husband, “No, these gloves aren’t thick enough. Put them back. If I start working in the flower bed and end up […]
“I was a strong, hardworking woman raising a family, helping my husband with his business, mowing four acres of yard every week, gardening and holding a job. I felt like superwoman. But as time wore on, so did my health.”
— Janet DeCesare,
from Ticked Off
The barns of my childhood hold memories for me, nooks and crannies explored endlessly until they had become a part of our landscape.
Some can say that they come from a dash of royal heritage, others can claim a background family tree filled with military heroes. Me? I come from a long line of nicknames. When my parents were youngsters, each had been given a pet family name. Dad was his parents’ first born in 1932, and his […]
“There were times we wondered how we kept from starving to death, but as long as mama had eggs from our laying hens after she had sold enough to fill orders, we knew we would survive. We felt lucky when papa brought rabbit home from the woods, and if there were still carrots and onions […]
I try to embrace the gift of another birthday, the gift of each and every day, really. I try to celebrate for those who didn’t get to grow older along with us, while holding them dear in treasured memories.
I long ago asked why the bull had a ring in its nose. I was told, simply, to never get close enough to find out. Without a word said, it was Mary Lou Moffett who answered that question for me, and it is something I will never, ever forget. A hard-working woman who raised five […]
There is nothing more joyful than laughter and conversation wrapped around a hearty meal with friends.
My grandmother once told me that my generation had no idea what real housework consisted of, especially when it came to wash day. She was always appalled when young people had the nerve to complain about how much laundry they had to do, saying, “If they had to work at it like we did, they […]
By JUDITH SUTHERLAND Farm and Dairy columnist Hoping for a little Irish luck, all I am asking is to replace the mud with a whole lot of green. Bring on the sunshine and balmy breezes! One day recently, after having had winter weather storm warnings with a flood warning thrown in on top of it, […]
“I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive.” — Gilda Radner By JUDITH SUTHERLAND Farm and Dairy columnist Each day on this farm is a new gift, the best of which is enjoying my cast of characters — my dogs. My […]
I wish I had a nickle for every time I have been asked, “how do you find something to write about every single week?” The only answer I know to give is that writing has never seemed like a chore to me. I don’t feel the enormity of it that others seem to see. I […]
Have you noticed a trend in the American work force? It seems that everyone I talk to is either being worked to death with no time to enjoy life and family, or they have no work at all and have the constant worry of trying to hold it all together. Conversation I struck up an […]
You know you are getting old when snow no longer holds one single bit of appeal. I think of all the times I hoped for snow — heck, even prayed for snow. We wanted enough snow to create an incredible winter wonderland. It wasn’t like getting off of school meant lying around for part of […]