Peace…what is it? Do you have it? Where can I get it? Peace on earth is part of the Christmas tradition. Google defines “Peace” as, “freedom from disturbance; tranquility,” “a state or period in which there is no war or a war has ended.” But if you examine history, there has not been much peace. …
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Christmas Memories…
To some these are “just” Tupperware containers but to me, they hold precious memories of past Christmas seasons. Before Thanksgiving mother would begin her annual candy & cookie production. In the large round container, she would have layers of fudge separated by sheets of wax paper. Each piece was about 1 ½ “ thick and …
Hands That…
Little boys find things to do. I was around 5 years old when we lived on the farm. Our house was about 50 to 75 yards from the shop. In between the house and the shop was a pasture where I played dodge the patties. On this morning dad and the men had been repairing …
How Much Can You Carry?
Early spring always brought trailers loaded with seed and fertilizer. Hopefully, the trucks arrived in the cool of the morning We didn’t have forklifts to unload the truck; we had Robert and the other men at the farm. I liked the seed delivery better because of the smaller 30-pound bags. Fertilizer came in 65- & …
Needs Or Wants
Saturday, we celebrated our family Thanksgiving with incredible food, laughter, family pictures, and conversations about Christmas. I was sitting beside our 8-year-old granddaughter as she searched Amazon on Meme’s phone for her Christmas wish list. Not much has changed in 70 years except when I was her age, we used the Sears catalog. We would …
Law of the Farm: It’s A Process
One of the unforgiving facts of the farm is...it cannot be hurried. A farmer cannot fly out of bed with his hair-on-fire, run out to the field, jam seeds in the ground, and expect a harvest the next day. You can stand over the planted seed screaming & yelling about your desperate situation, but the …
Who Are You Trying To “Delight”?
This is the question that drives our behaviors…our choices. When I was young AND wanted to “delight” mom & dad, everything seemed to go well. But when I was bent on myself, well, things got heated. In fact, I can still hear that black belt coming around the belt loops of dad’s britches. I knew …
“Stop! Do You See The Squirrels Toe?”
It was a cool October morning. I was probably 10 to 12 years old. My dad was ahead of me as I tried to walk softly through the woods squirrel hunting. Behind me was my dad’s dear farmer-friend & neighbor, Pres (Preston). Pres was a modern day, Daniel Boone. He grew up in the Arkansas …
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