By JUDITH SUTHERLAND Farm and Dairy columnist In 1950, my dad graduated from high school and welcomed a young man who had just moved to this area. Both were setting sights toward crop farming and dairy farming. In the ensuing years, both would start young families while building successful, sustainable Holstein herds. Light-hearted While my […]
A city friend recently commented she cannot imagine not having neighbors close by. What I have come to know is that closeness can carry very different meanings. Last weekend, a farm auction consumed the entire beautiful Saturday for my hubby and his brother. After purchasing a couple of traps at the sale for a good […]
As the combine moves across the fields, closing in on the soybean harvest, our English Shepherd posts himself in the best place to observe, waiting patiently, watching the dust fly. When the combine stops, Billy moves closer to investigate, to see if his services are required. He retreats after the hopper is unloaded, but stays […]
While we wait, the farm bill was left lying on the floor of a bickering Congress, like a bunch of defiant kids who refuse to pick up their toys, then get to go out for recess anyway. And in the face of it all, we are expected to believe that the title of the legislation […]
The sun was low in the sky, evening coming on, when the buggy arrived. I stepped outside to see who was coming to visit, and it was a happy moment when I realized it was Anna, coming to say hello. As her father visited with my husband, I was so happy to get to talk […]
Plugging along in this ultra-technologically advanced world of ours sometimes just makes a fellow long for a newly-sharpened yellow pencil with a fresh eraser. The very first pencil I ever called my own was a big, green fat one, standard issue to all first graders. I have no idea why I remember it so well, […]
By JUDITH SUTHERLAND Farm and Dairy columnist There is just nothing like the blessing of a newborn baby. Arriving a full month early, our family’s most recent arrival is tiny but mighty. Oliver granted me a little time to hold his peanut-sized baby brother, who, as it turns out, was not named White Tractor after […]
Doris Day led me astray — influencing me to sing what could certainly go down as the worst possible song to sing in a nursing home.
It proved to be a very eventful day, farming with a 2-year-old. I accomplished more in a few hours than I ever have, but I also found out how very much I still have to learn. Oliver is all farm boy, of that there is no doubt. He is following closely in his father’s footsteps, […]
I have long considered music to be a gift, quietly taking its place in our lives. It amazes me that a simple tune with just the right lyrics has the power to speak to our needs, to uplift, to bring joy, to soothe an aching soul. Some of the very oldest songs have the power […]
One thing that makes writing this column so rewarding is that people seem to relate to many things I share. The recent bicycle column prompted more feedback than most. What I have found is that nearly everyone of a certain age had found themselves waiting, perhaps pleading, for that first bike. We knew not to […]
“Archie saw that there was not a thing to do in that field. In the drought the earth itself appeared to shrivel up. There was nothing but the inert sand, parched tobacco leaves lofting their fragrance over the soil as they burned slowly in the sun, a whiff of asphalt, a hint of crows. … […]
Judith has some fond memories of her childhood.
There has always been something amazing about a good swimming spot that draws me like a pig to mud. A swan dive from a sandy spot felt as glorious as cliff diving over an enormous turquoise-colored waterfall in a Hollywood movie. The best summer memories involve swimming and playing games on a little beach with […]
Bees play a large part in our farming world, but their work is needed everywhere.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and […]
“The youth group is going canoeing on Wednesday! Can I go? Please?” I asked after church one summer Sunday. “Only if it rains. We are lucky enough to have a hundred acres of hay to make!” was the reply from my dad, who added, “It’s going to be a hayin’ party!” trying to make it […]
Returning home at dusk, we came to a dead stop last night while turning in to our lane. A skunk was playing with her two very tiny babies as if they had found themselves a really great amusement park. As we watched them flip somersaults, we could see that one baby skunk was mostly white, […]
Sutherland remembers her father and what Memorial Day means to her.