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 […]
Rash of recent car accidents is a reminder to talk about safety.
As summer winds toward fall, this has been a year constantly ahead of itself, it seems.
Farm lessons included ‘hard work, taking nothing for granted.’
Just this past week, a friend and I got to talking about how certain traditions have been handed down, some by family, others through the law of life’s essentials.
Summertime memories of being a kid on the farm.