Sunday, December 22, 2024

This is anniversary month. It will not be celebrated or even observed. Don't anyone dare to wish me happy anniversary! It was one year...

This is the time of year when I like to share with you one of my mother's columns from when she wrote for Farm and Dairy from the 1950s until her death in 1965.

At last! All the suspense, all the practice, all the preparation and hard work are gone -- well, not really -- and the big...

No matter how many Easters, each with The Promise, no matter how many springs, each with its moment-to-moment magic, one never fails to be...

With the holidays lurking just around the corner -- who needs to be reminded? All the stores, commercials, etc. have been reminding us since the Fourth of July.

Before launching a paean to spring — surely it is here by now — I must express fervent thanks to readers and friends who took the time and trouble to send me condolences about the Feb. 26 death of my sister, Barbara.

Fireflies and foxfire . . . four-leaf clovers and bare feet . . water striders and pollywogs . . . baby rabbits and big...

By now, your carcass soup -- you do make carcass soup don't you? -- is waiting for the mashed potatoes or noodles or rice,...

In Farm and Dairy's Classified Advertising section -- we used to call them Want Ads -- there are always many intriguing headings. I enjoy reading the Dogs and Dog Supplies, Horses and Ponies, Hay and Grain, Miscellaneous and Wanted To Buy.

Safely tucked away in my wallet, the clipping is beginning to yellow but it only sees the light of day once in this mesmerizing...