There are all kinds and sizes of farms
What makes a farm a farm?
Now, I’m not talking “official” terms, like what the Agricultural Census Bureau would say. I’m talking about what the...
Not sure where politicians are leading us
Harry Truman once said, “No man should be allowed to be president who doesn’t understand hogs.”
I chuckled when I read that quote, knowing...
Calling ‘Bossie’ stands the test of time
“Many the morn when the mist covers the valley as I softly call, ‘Come, Boss, come, Boss,’ and the day begins with a shining...
Aunt Barbie: Forever missed, but never forgotten
There are losses of loved ones in our lives which time does not diminish. The pain of loss remains sharp; the joy of a...
The ‘softer sex’ was tough as nails
The stories of so many of the women who came before us have always left me wondering how in the world women ever became termed the softer sex.
Time speeds up as the years go by
This morning, the sun is finally shining and the faint sound of chirping birds has been music to the ears.
The remnants of...
Youthful imagination was a blessing
My recent column about surviving our childhoods of the 1950s and 1960s prompted several letters and comments from people who said they could surely relate to the sentiment!
Judith Sutherland: Snowed in: Enjoying the simple life
Ah, March. It is a month that has long brought us such a seemingly unending array of weather here in this part of the...
Judith Sutherland: We survived 1960s, 1950s farm life
For those of you who are linked to the Internet and receive e-mail regularly, I’m sure you have seen the rather tongue-in-cheek commentary questioning...
Draw of the water is so irresistible
In the dead of winter, I dream deep dreams of swimming. As the thermometer sits precisely on zero this morning on our farm, I just awoke from a blissful night of dreaming, snuggled down in my cozy warm bed, topped with a down comforter.
