Writings from a farmHER….about family, and farm….as we harvest life's BLESSINGS together….one moment at a time

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  • This morning, I heard a vehicle in my driveway. I opened the door just in time to see a van pulling away and a brightly striped gift bag sitting on the lawn. I called out, and the van stopped. It was Brenda Hemenway-Hollenbeck, she and I went to school together. Her 5th birthday party was…

  • STOP…… AND HUG A TREE The next time you walk past an old tree, stop for just a moment. Run your hand across its rough bark. Lean against it. Wrap your arms around it and hold on tightly. It may sound a little foolish, but science says it isn’t. Researchers have found that spending time…

  • WHO KNEW… that in 2026 there are still knights in shining armor? In my case, he drives a blue GMC pickup truck.Growing up on a farm with three brothers, there was no such thing as being “Daddy’s little girl.” We all cut wood, loaded pigs and cattle, baled hay, and worked side by side. Dad…

  •      I sometimes wonder if people realize there are still “Mom and Pop” farms scattered across the countryside.Not every farmer is planting ten thousand acres with satellite-guided equipment and tractors that cost more than houses. Some of us are still farming a few hundred acres or less, using older equipment and doing things much the…

  • Death is a part of life; this is something we all know, yet we never fully learn how to accept it. It comes in many forms and at times when we don’t expect it. Death plays no favorites. It takes parents, friends, relatives, neighbors, a partner, and children. Sometimes it quietly enters our home and…

  • It’s never a good sign when you show up at a friend’s house carrying your own handkerchief. (Kleenex isn’t what it used to be, and paper towels are too rough. ) You’ve been hurting for a while now, the kind of heartache that only hurts when you breathe. Your whole-body aches. You are broken. AGAIN.…

  • I’ve heard throughout my life that you will only have one or two very best friends in your lifetime. I’m talking about the kind of friend who stays near, no matter how far you may push them away. Remains resilient, no matter how “Crazy, right out of the box” you are. Regardless of how differently…

  • September 04, 2025 On September 04, our father turned 88 years young. ANY birthday of his is worth celebrating in the eyes of his children. However, he is a very active man, with social obligations, such as the Masonic temple and the local American Legion. He still plays his guitar and sings in a band,…

  • ANOTHER SAGA FROM THE STAFFORD-SHELBY FARM Thirty-one years ago, my dearest and best friend Burton Chester Stafford came to me on a snow-covered day in December, sat at my kitchen table and told me that he was going to marry is high school sweetheart and wanted me to go shopping with him for the ring…

  • Friday, Sept 5, 2025  I stopped by my dad’s this morning to give him a haircut. It was the day after his 88th Birthday.  He poured me a cup of coffee and told his wife, Sharon, and me that he was going to start making breakfast for us.    ” No, Dad, don’t make anything for…