My dad, my husband and coon hunting
Judith Sutherland recalls her father's bewilderment in regard to her husband's love of raccoon hunting.
Hard to be patient as weather warms
With the first blush of spring, regardless of what the calendar says, everyone gets a little excited.
Memories of trash and treasure: Part 2
The old farm dump site in the woods of Judith Sutherland's youth provided her and her siblings with the boards they needed to build their own treehouse.
Memories of trash and treasure: Part I
Judith Sutherland recalls her sister's excitement on trips to the dump, treasuring hunting through the trash.
Getting by with spunk and a spark
Judith Sutherland celebrates her mother's 89th birthday by honoring all of her wonderful qualities.
Music, memories remain intertwined
Music is a gift like no other, evoking a lifetime of emotion in just a few minutes of any given song.
There’s nothing like a snow day
Judith Sutherland recalls the snow day adventures of her youth.
Washing, whitening quite the chore
Judith Sutherland's mother recalls the complicated process of doing laundry before electric appliances simplified the chore.
Appreciating the incredible egg
Raising chickens and gathering eggs is not an easy task. At any price point, Judith Sutherland is grateful to be able to buy eggs.
Fond memories of furry family members
Judith Sutherland recalls all the great dogs she got to love growing up on a farm.
