While many in the 1950s and ‘60s were drawn to take a turn as a wild west cowboy, many of my memories involve ‘playing house,’ my older sisters telling me what to do and say.
When you’re looking for dad, ask your farm boy.
It is well past time to put away the simple clothing of summer and early fall and reach for the gloves and hats and down-filled coats.
Hunting season was a special time of year.
In looking back over a lifetime of influences, most of my friends and school mates will tell you that those who command respect are the teachers from whom we learned the most.
If we were to ask 100 people to name a person who had a large influence in their life, I would be willing to guess that a teacher would be among one of the oft-repeated answers.
The Cherokee have a saying that harkens the lovely spirit of each ancestor during the birth of a baby, hoping to carry forward the commendable in those gone before us, while letting go of the human shortcomings each carried through this life.
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.
It has proven to be true: you can take the country boy off of the farm, but you can’t sweep the country off the boy.
It was a pretty drive through farm country to attend Horse Progress Days in Mount Hope on a beautifully sunny Fourth of July. The quiet little town in Holmes County is just to the south of us here in Ohio by about a 40-minute drive. The thermometer had dipped down in to the 50s overnight, […]
Farming can get in a family’s blood early on.