Saying farewell to one of the ‘family’
By JUDITH SUTHERLAND Farm and Dairy columnist In 1950, my dad graduated from high school and welcomed a young man who had just...
Good neighbors bring back memories
A city friend recently commented she cannot imagine not having neighbors close by. What I have come to know is that closeness can carry...
Some dogs are simply a rare gift
As the combine moves across the fields, closing in on the soybean harvest, our English Shepherd posts himself in the best place to observe,...
No voice in D.C., means no farm bill
While we wait, the farm bill was left lying on the floor of a bickering Congress, like a bunch of defiant kids who refuse...
Neighbor girl brightened my days
The sun was low in the sky, evening coming on, when the buggy arrived. I stepped outside to see who was coming to visit,...
Every pencil should have an eraser
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....
Children: They grow in the blink of an eye
By JUDITH SUTHERLANDFarm and Dairy columnistThere is just nothing like the blessing of a newborn baby. Arriving a full month early, our family's most...
The day my singing spotlight faded
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.
Tiny tot knows his way around the farm
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...
Music helps soften life’s bumpy road
I have long considered music to be a gift, quietly taking its place in our lives. It amazes me that a simple tune with...
