In the traveling journal of Laura Ingalls Wilder, it is interesting to read not only of their daily trials and tribulations as they headed west in their covered wagon, but of the local farming struggles in the barren soil of 1894.
Clearly, the problem is that I expect too much.
I expect, for example, that my cellular telephone might actually make telephone calls.
By tradition, an outgoing president leaves just one item – a letter to the incoming president – on the Oval Office desk when departing the White House for the final time.
My wish came true. In case some of you are cursing my proposition, a week or so ago, that we have some snow, I refuse to take full blame.
The Tri-State Conservation Tillage Conference continues to be a source of good information for area producers, extension educators and agribusiness professionals.
While many are familiar with The Little House on The Prairie tales from Laura Ingalls Wilder, many have never read the diary she kept while traveling from South Dakota to Mansfield, Mo.
I am raising ingrates.
My children, like so many others, are ferried about in the automotive equivalent of a living room.
No American group has more to lose in Social Security reform than farmers, ranchers and other rural dwellers, according to USDA demographic and income data.
“I’m in the mood for blueberry muffins, Mom,” Kathie announced to me in mid-morning during a long weekend off school.
I have recently received a fair amount of mail asking me if I have, and I quote, “always lived in the country?” What a silly question.