A dog’s life brightens our own life
Yesterday was one of those gray, dreary days that make us long for sunshine and blue skies. Winter's crop, so far, has been fresh mud on top of old mud.
Memories make the season bright
We rarely think of ourselves as having interesting stories, as we just live it out, day by day, often bored with the humdrum beat of making a living while creating a life. There is something about the enormity of this season, though, that prompts us to look back, to take stock of where we've been.
Modern dentistry is worth a smile!
I was talking with a lady not long ago who told me she remembered her very first trip to the dentist. It was 1936, and she had a terrible toothache, which was made worse each morning and evening when she had to milk by hand the family's three cows.
Author shared farm life observations
Clovis Webb had left his tractor and hay baler overnight in a rented field on the old Monroe County Poor Farm, which is no...
Stories shed light on simpler life
My paternal grandfather and his brother Sam told some great stories about the 'kid wagon' that came through the old country neighborhood to carry the children to the one-room schoolhouse.
Barnyard notebook is better than a time capsule
The notebook we kept in the dairy barn was a way of communicating with one another from one milking to the next, but it makes me laugh out loud to read some of the zany things we shared.
Times may change, but people don’t
When I step out on my back porch and hear nothing at all, see the harvest moon shining brightly in the sky, I know that we are blessed. Quiet, calm, safe, serene: there is no doubt in my mind that the world would be a much better place if more people came home to this peacefulness at the end of each day
Memories go beyond the photographs
It has been said that you can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family. Well, you also can’t choose your co-workers, which can cause a fellow all sorts of angst.
The secret to a farmer’s happiness
To say man is of the earth and that his well-being, even his very survival, depends on an occasional return to it is not...
Our inner compasses have gone awry
If we lived in an ideal world, it wouldn't require written laws and rules. But there are those who attain land and animals and do not sense their own laws within them. In Ohio, this turned into tragedy.
