Sunday, November 24, 2024

This January's unseasonably warm weather left our snow shovel resting by the back door. It's great, because unless I'm pulling a sled back up the hill below the farmhouse at Dad's, I don't much like tramping through the white stuff, scraping off my vehicles, or driving on slick roads.

Cleaning and reorganization strategies abound with the new year. Falling in with this trend, editor Susan and I cleared out a small area below the computer desk that I use on my days at the Farm and Dairy offices.

Santa always packs some cashews in my husband Mark's stocking, and Santa's helper, who collects most of the stuffing for our large Christmas socks (guess who), sometimes reconsiders gifts that will entice him to overindulge.

As we arrive at the end of this year 2004, I look back at our reflections on 90 years of Farm and Dairy.

Here we are in the midst of our holidays; our usual "to do" lists can nearly double during this season.

Struggling in my handbag is an almost daily experience for me. Oh, I made sure to choose a bag with all the organizer pockets including one for a cell phone.

Struggling in my handbag is an almost daily experience for me. Oh, I made sure to choose a bag with all the organizer pockets including one for a cell phone.

With the holidays just around the corner, many of us make a special effort to prepare special foods that are a part of our family traditions.

Miffed and mildly embarrassed, my high school senior, Jo, admitted one more time to friends at school that, as a little girl, her dad told her that tapioca was fish eggs.

Halfway through high school, I often came home to find my younger brother happily engrossed in the flashing, fast paced editing of the Sesame Street phenomenon.