About Life in the 50’s and Retired Ruth
Blogs I Follow
- The Brick House
- Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud
- Sean of the South
- Writing By Laura
- Kaggsy's Bookish Ramblings
- Writing and Illustrating
- The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog
- What's Nonfiction?
- Grab the Lapels
- Fatima Fakier
- Roth Poetry
- Smorgasbord Blog Magazine
- Seoul Sister
- Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver
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Tag Archives: farm life
Grandma Anna was quite different from my other Grandma. She seemed fragile. She lived a long life despite the tragedies she endured. The death of a toddler daughter and the death of her youngest son 30 years later broke her … Continue reading
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
Lined up like soldiers, the antique tractors are spit-polished and ready for viewing. They wear uniforms of bright red, green, and yellow as well as shades of rust and wear. Name tags read: Case, Allis, Oliver, Farmall, Ford, and John … Continue reading
Teen Angel Can you hear me? Teen Angel Can you see me? Are you somewhere up above And am I still your own true love? With a pitchfork handle as my microphone, I belted out a mournful ballad … Continue reading
A recent statistic floating around reads like this: the average person is three generations removed from agriculture. That may not surprise you, but I still live on a farm and can trace agriculture back for generations on my side of … Continue reading
Perfect weather to harvest the crops.
Cool Autumn Monday Morning Mist Rises from our Pond. Water Warmer than the sky. Fog delay for the frogs.
In every house I have ever lived in, there has been a junk drawer. A catch-all. A place to throw everything that doesn’t fit in any category. A place to throw things when unexpected company arrives and you have to … Continue reading
Oh yes I’m the great pretender. I have always loved to pretend, and yes, even at the rotten (not really feeling ripe anymore) old age of almost 63 I still pretend. I hope think that’s normal. In today’s high-tech world … Continue reading