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

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  • Written in 2014. THIS IS THE FIRST- cobbled-up playhouse. I am not sure how it all happened. I know I was in the room when eight out of the ten of our grandbabies were born.  I was there to sing Happy BIRTH day in a hushed whisper to each one of them for the first time. …

  • BRUTUS This is our family pet Brutus. Well actually, I think all the animals on our farm are pets in one sense or another.  Brutus is an Australian Shepherd. (river rock-clay) is what they call his coloring/markings.  I feel very fortunate to write that all of our outside farm dogs have been great, docile, family-oriented…

  • November 2003 Apparently, it did mean something, because within six months of the book being published, I was getting all sort of emails and text asking me when and if there was going to be a sequel. I had not planned on writing one, but I thought the idea had some merit to it. I…

  • November 2017 Things here at the farm have gotten rather busy.  Crowded…. but a sweet comfortable crowded might be a better use of the word. It all began in March.  Our youngest Daughter,  a professional gal with a wonderful hubby and four children, decided they would like to build their own home . In 8 years…

  • December 2017 Our Dad has been playing guitar since He was 14.  He comes from musically inclined people. His Dad’s father played the Violin, and his Mom’s Dad,  Granddad Fred, played guitar.   My Dad lost his own father when he was  ten years old. Such a terrible loss for a child.  As He grew up,…

  • July 2016 Back in 1975, my Dad worked for a small plastic injection  company. The owner ,  Mel,  was a real penny pincher from way back. Our Dad said, He would pay his electric just before it was to be  disconnected so he could  keep his money as long as possible. And, He was known to  break pencils…

  • Tie me to your apron strings, A song as old as time; Yet, today I heard it differently It wasn’t just a rhythm. The song describes happy times, upon their mothers knee; Where she sang to  them, And wiped their tears, Its a place they always liked  to be. If she ties them to her apron strings, She can protect…

  • March 2016 IF you have ever watched the classic movie YOURS, MINE & OURS, with Lucille Ball and Henry Fonda.  Then you will understand that in the middle of the movie when the two parents get married and have 18 children between them and they go to the commissary to buy their weekly  groceries the cashier always  announces…

  • IN LAWS AND BLACK SKILLETS Back about 34 years ago I married into a family that was southern born and southern bred as the old saying goes.  From the deep south. Where there is no “Sweet corn bread” made from a Jiffy mix, but rather the old-fashioned kind of cornbread that you make from scratch…

  • Fire: Friday the 13th of April 2018 AND THE ACCIDENT. Jan 12, 2018 As superstitions go, I have never been a believer in them. Now and again I will participate in some silly ritual like making a cross on my windshield if a black cat crossed the road in front of me, I wont walk…