When you’re looking for dad, ask your farm boy.
It is well past time to put away the simple clothing of summer and early fall and reach for the gloves and hats and down-filled coats.
Hunting season was a special time of year.
In looking back over a lifetime of influences, most of my friends and school mates will tell you that those who command respect are the teachers from whom we learned the most.
If we were to ask 100 people to name a person who had a large influence in their life, I would be willing to guess that a teacher would be among one of the oft-repeated answers.
The Cherokee have a saying that harkens the lovely spirit of each ancestor during the birth of a baby, hoping to carry forward the commendable in those gone before us, while letting go of the human shortcomings each carried through this life.
A collection of black 3-ring binders given to me by my Dad reveal a glimpse of a grandmother I never met.
Grandma Helen knew the importance of nutrition and good education.
One person I have long admired is someone I never had the chance to meet.
“Whenever I have worked on farms, I have found my thoughts drifting back to the early agricultural parables, perhaps because the very nature of manual work leaves one’s mind open to unhampered thinking, and perhaps because many farm chores today are remarkably unremoved from farm chores thousands of years old — shoveling out irrigation canals […]