“Did I ever tell you a horse once tried to eat Mom’s car?” David asked. “C’mon, my love!” Rosemary laughed. “I may not know much about ranching, but I don’t buy that. Horses eat grass, and hay and oats. I’ve even seen them nibble on fence rails, too, but not cars!” It was spring and the young couple was celebrating … More Motherhood… Full of Surprises
Our wilderness farm was a fabulous place to grow up. No one told us we were poor. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. We spent most of our waking hours outside when not in school, playing or doing chores. We’d go inside, reluctantly, for meals and at night, or when it was raining in summer or too cold … More What Was It Like, Grandpa?
We’d moved from the country. Out there most kids by 12 were driving around on their farms… driving tractors, for sure, and even cars. I did. So did my older sister. Farmers needed help from kids big enough to drive a tractor. Being ‘big enough’ was defined as: can your feet reach the pedals? Wood booster … More The Driver’s License
(Warning: This story contains descriptions that may be disturbing to some. But for those raised on farms: no surprises and a touch of humor.) She stood there as if frozen, her back to the fence. Then she screamed; it was a piercing scream of terror. A headless chicken was staggering toward her, its wings flapping, legs … More Dressing Chickens