I often wonder at what point do we consider our lives complete. Is it at the time of our death, when we reach a specific milestone or when we feel we have nothing left to offer?RELATED CONTENT
It is that time of year. Time to get your Christmas card lists updated, cards printed and letters written. It is time to watch the mail each day for that once a year correspondence from loved ones and friends. It is time for Christmas letters.RELATED CONTENT
There are times when I am with a group of people, or even with just one, that my mind is a total blank as far as conversation goes. I cannot think of a single thing to say, which is rare for me when with friends, but happens often with strangers or mild acquaintances.RELATED CONTENT
I often stop and wonder how we ever survived 40-50 years ago without cell phones, email, texting, Facebook and Twitter. How did we keep in touch, up to date and express our thoughts to the world? Well, we managed and I have to say that it may have been more difficult, but it was also more private and personal.RELATED CONTENT
At this time of year we try to encourage everyone, not just those involved in farming, but also the people who share the roads, feed the hungry workers and postpone things as the busy season progresses.RELATED CONTENT
The other day I heard someone say something about living in a one horse town. I haven’t heard that expression for a while and it made me wonder where it ever started.RELATED CONTENT
Some of you may not even know what a chicken coop is for, but those who grew up on a farm, it was an all too familiar and usually very unpleasant part of the farm yard.RELATED CONTENT
When I drive through the country, I admire the beautiful weed-free fields. The rows of corn are strong and tall with hardly a weed to be found. This is the result of new technology with the round-up ready seed, fertilizer and chemicals applied.RELATED CONTENT
Grain bins and granaries just aren’t what they used to be. Grain storage on farms today is usually in large bins with big leg systems attached to fill them. We didn’t have these huge storage areas on the farm where I grew up. Instead we had corn cribs, granaries and small grain bins.RELATED CONTENT
Big red barns on farm places are becoming a thing of the past. Along with the barns, the disappearance of the silos that once stood proudly next to them is also taking place. The look of farm sites just doesn’t seem right with out those big barns and silos.RELATED CONTENT
A reader recently brought me the following poem and with Father’s Day coming up this weekend, I thought it was appropriate this week. The author of the poem was not included with the copy I received.
Life before cell phones
Spelling Bees have changed over the years.
Why the number eleven is significant on Veterans Day.
Turn troubles into triumphs
It is Back-to time again -- back to school, work, fall, reality!
Comments made by a judge at the fair should make 4-H parents proud.
Older is not always better
The community took time to remember and honor Kurt Kruize
Kurt Kruize is a true hometown hero.