Farming with the littlest farmer yields some dandy bonuses that glitter more than gold coins from a banker’s vault. My nephew and wife were invited to a local wedding reception for a life-long friend who works as a hunting guide in Alaska, where he met and married his bride. I was happy to be asked […]
Freddie Sprague got the mumps in late October, and they closed the school. That month was the best I ever had in some ways. It started off bad because Bill, our old white horse, died. Mother wouldn’t let us quit studying just because the school-house was closed, so as soon as the supper dishes were […]
“There are only two kinds of men in this world: Honest men and dishonest men. …Any man who says the world owes him a living is dishonest. The same God that made you and me made this earth. And He planned it so that it would yield every single thing that the people on it […]
I knew I could count on one thing for sure. I would not be opening a gift of anything resembling a Creepy Crawlers laboratory.
“It’s ironic that we forget so often how wonderful life really is. Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement.” — Anna Quindlen This past week I had the good fortune of visiting with one of my very favorite people, a 90-plus-year-old woman named Susan, […]
When our son landed his first job out of college, he had worked for this company nearly a year before he invited his Dad and me to visit the office for lunch one day. I had heard many stories about his supervisor, Clayton. I was anxious to meet this man who was intelligent and hard-working, […]
We grew up exploring the woods and the valleys in the open spaces of farmland, and on rainy days with any free time granted, the big old barns provided a stage for vivid imaginary play. A bale of straw made an awesome barricade from the bad guys, and our imaginary finger-and-thumb guns kept them at […]
Sometimes the heart makes our path in life.
“Do you know what a strip cup is?” asked a silver-haired man who still considers himself a dairy farm boy. I am beginning to feel like an old-timer, knowing the answer to such things. One day while at work, this fellow began telling me stories about his jobs on the farm when he was a […]
Columnist Judie Sutherland may not have carried milk cans, but milking cows in a straight-eight stanchion parlor gives her a few braggin’ rights of her own.