Throughout the history of mankind, stories of war have forever been a part of the landscape. Stories of amazing survival and incredibly staggering deaths in massive numbers, faced with courage, have been woven through the fabric of our history.
It has been said that of all the things available to human beings, the land of our Earth is one thing that is taken far too much for granted.
Daring determination and the ability to block out the fact that you just might get a whipping for even attempting it
The days of summer on our dairy and grain farm were anything but lazy days.
What seems to stand out most of all in my memory of summertime is the small army of young men who pitched in to help.
You don’t always get what you want.
That lesson seems so simple and yet can be so complex over the course of a lifetime.
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.
Winter wind, howling in the depths of December prompts us to wish to retreat to the easy chair beside the fireplace, a cup of something warm and steaming nestled in our chilly hands.
Farm safety was constantly a part of our dialogue over the course of my growing up years, and though I am sure we turned deaf ears to it at the time, I now can understand the enormity of it.
The man who painted eloquent pictures of everyday heroes may have been surprised to know that he became one of mine.
One day recently, the morning TV news carried two headlines that made me stop in my tracks.
Condoleeza Rice was appealing for several billion dollars in aid to be sent to Tunisia, and about quadruple that billion dollar amount to be sent to Iraq and Afghanistan.
As the journey by covered wagon unfolds for Laura Ingalls Wilder, her husband and young daughter, Rose, it becomes apparent that the travelers will be glad to settle down in a new home.