Category Archives: Farm Life

Dad

Dark winter mornings filled with mud and snow. Muggy summer sunrises sweating before the work was even begun. A hard life of  labor, washing the teats of the cows before milking, mixing milk replacement for the calves, hauling water and … Continue reading

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This Old House

Our farmhouse was built in 1909.  It was purchased by my husband’s family in 1951.  My husband and his three brothers grew up here and shortly after we were married in 1971 we moved in.   I grew up in … Continue reading

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The Table

My Grandparents, Orville and Ruth were married in 1917.  They raised 8 children together, the fourth one being my mother, Marjorie.  I don’t know when the oak pedestal table joined the family but I bet it could tell some awesome … Continue reading

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My Grandparents’ House

I knew my grandparent’s house as well as my own. I spent many hours there, especially in the summer when my Dad would go to help Grandpa with the farming. Dad would park the truck out back and look for … Continue reading

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The S Hook

    How often do you get exactly what you need? Yes that is a rhetorical question. But in this case…. no, it isn’t. I had a little garden sculpture that was given to me by two of my best … Continue reading

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The Art Gallery

Farmers and art galleries would seem to be an unlikely combination.   But on a particular sunny, beautiful fall day in the state of Ohio, it was a good fit. We have been to various art museums over the years. … Continue reading

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Late Summer Corn

A field of corn on the east side of my home blocks my view.  The world is on the other side; out of sight and out of mind. Voices and sounds of cars and trucks are muffled. The unusual quietness … Continue reading

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