Support of 4-H, FFA youth is priceless
The small signs were plastered throughout the barns at the Ashtabula County Fairgrounds: “Who will buy the million dollar steer?” and “Who will buy...
On the road: WDC, Boston and old age
Somewhere along the 2,684-mile, mid August drive from central Illinois to Washington, D.C., Newport, Boston and back, I crossed an unseen line into old...
FSA Andy for Sept. 4, 2008
Hello Again!The Wayne County Fair starts this Saturday. The Budweiser Clydesdale horses will be on display there most of the week, with intermittent scheduled...
Raised by wolves? Confessions of a real she-wolf
There are moments in parenting when your children make you so proud that your heart seems to swell outside of your body, when you...
Late summer brings all sorts of interesting critters
As summer winds down, here are a few observations I've made or expect to make over the next few weeks.
Purple Traps
As...
There’s lots to know about the dairy industry
I have decided to use a new format for my contribution to this column -- referring to it as the Dairy Brain Teaser. I...
A pet owner’s nightmare
They were such an unlikely pair, but pair they were. Playing together. Sleeping together. Eating together.They were Hamilton, 70 lovable pounds of boxer mix,...
What I did NOT do on my summer vacation
So I had a list. It was a very nice list. An impressive list even. On this list were all the amazing, enriching things...
Hate snakes? Bet I can outrun you!
I recall lots of great stories around the campfire over the years. Those who loved to hunt always enjoyed telling their biggest, baddest hunting stories. Those who liked to fish always chimed in with great fish stories, and somehow, the subject always seemed to turn to stories of snakes.
Huge, scary, waiting-to-pounce snakes.
A Sewing Fool: The Case of the Complicated Cassocks
Once a sewing mom, always a sewing mom. If you haven't heard that phrase already, I'll take credit for it. After taking four measurements...
