A barn fire: “My husband later said the moment he opened the door, he felt he was staring the Devil in the eye.”
“A horse gallops with its lungs, perseveres with its heart, and wins with its character.” — Tessio All of my life, I realize now that I totally misunderstood one extremely important part of horsemanship, and perhaps life in general. Now that the light has been cast upon my misconception, everything makes much more sense. Maybe, […]
“The journey through life is brightened and enlightened by those who travel at least part of it on horseback.” —Anonymous Part Three Ponies, my friend Cindy explained to me just yesterday, have two gears. The first gear, she said, is known as a filling-loosening trot; second, a flat-out gallop. “Wait,” I said. “What is that […]
Ash Day. Someone had to scoop the gray powdery ash from the bottom of the coal furnace, dumping it in to buckets. This is possibly the worst job known to man.
We have been waiting too long for the policy makers to realize something major needs to be changed with the entire structure of the farm bill.
“Hurry up! Grab the crayons and I’ll get the scissors!” This was my “order from headquarters” from an older sister when we were kids and Christmas was drawing near. After asking permission, we would take the scissors to an old Sears or Montgomery Ward catalog and begin clipping out pictures of everything our little hearts […]
Farming with the littlest farmer yields some dandy bonuses that glitter more than gold coins from a banker’s vault. My nephew and wife were invited to a local wedding reception for a life-long friend who works as a hunting guide in Alaska, where he met and married his bride. I was happy to be asked […]
Freddie Sprague got the mumps in late October, and they closed the school. That month was the best I ever had in some ways. It started off bad because Bill, our old white horse, died. Mother wouldn’t let us quit studying just because the school-house was closed, so as soon as the supper dishes were […]
“There are only two kinds of men in this world: Honest men and dishonest men. …Any man who says the world owes him a living is dishonest. The same God that made you and me made this earth. And He planned it so that it would yield every single thing that the people on it […]
I knew I could count on one thing for sure. I would not be opening a gift of anything resembling a Creepy Crawlers laboratory.
“It’s ironic that we forget so often how wonderful life really is. Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement.” — Anna Quindlen This past week I had the good fortune of visiting with one of my very favorite people, a 90-plus-year-old woman named Susan, […]
When our son landed his first job out of college, he had worked for this company nearly a year before he invited his Dad and me to visit the office for lunch one day. I had heard many stories about his supervisor, Clayton. I was anxious to meet this man who was intelligent and hard-working, […]
We grew up exploring the woods and the valleys in the open spaces of farmland, and on rainy days with any free time granted, the big old barns provided a stage for vivid imaginary play. A bale of straw made an awesome barricade from the bad guys, and our imaginary finger-and-thumb guns kept them at […]
Sometimes the heart makes our path in life.
“Do you know what a strip cup is?” asked a silver-haired man who still considers himself a dairy farm boy. I am beginning to feel like an old-timer, knowing the answer to such things. One day while at work, this fellow began telling me stories about his jobs on the farm when he was a […]
Columnist Judie Sutherland may not have carried milk cans, but milking cows in a straight-eight stanchion parlor gives her a few braggin’ rights of her own.
A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on. — Carl Sandburg By Judith Sutherland Farm and Dairy columnist When I was a newlywed 30 years ago, one of my best days went like this: my sister went in to the hospital to have a baby. I spent the day caring for her […]
“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring — it was peace.”— Milan Kundera I was raised a dog lover. Maybe it is born in […]
If I could have just one more day with my grandmother, I would treasure her stories beyond measure.
Some days come and go with little left behind to be held in our memory. Some are emblazoned forever. Wings of steel It was a beautiful morning as I ran my errands last Wednesday. I had spent time with a great friend, and we talked about how neighbors and friends used to be there for […]