Wednesday, November 25, 2015

When a town has a birthday, every single soul becomes a candle, glowing with a type of happy pride.

Sadness and loss come to us all, and dark times in life challenge us to find new, meaningful purpose.

While we’re talking the olden days, we might as well reminisce about all the ways we defied sure death.

Children were called upon to accomplish all sorts of things, and if a scary old grandfather asked a child to play checkers after the chores were done, there was no getting out of it.

The summer haze has combined with soggy days around this part of the Farm Belt. If weeds were worth something, we all would be rolling in money.

A simple whiff of a unique scent is capable of evoking an age-old set of memories.

I happen to be married to one of them, so I have earned the right to say that every single time I see the picture, my first thought is this: my mother-in-law was a saint!

For kids, summer on the farm is the best time of all!

Dad said there was no greater gift than his children and their children, and raising them on a farm provides the great opportunity to raise children right, with respect and responsibility and a joy in work from an early age.

Columnist Judie Sutherland has no idea how Doris, self-proclaimed queen of the flock, gets out of every fenced-in area. But she does. Again. And Again.