My first 8-track tape (aka Why I will always love John Denver)
I first met John Denver in 1974, when I sat down in front of the TV to watch “The John Denver Special.” I was five years old and instantly smitten and a die-hard John Denver fan was born. About a year later, I was able to get my hands on his latest album “Windsong” after…
The old milking stool
This was Buck’s milking stool. He was a dairy farmer most of his life. He milked with his sons, twice a day, every day. He worked from sun up ’til sun down. There were never any vacations, sick days or holidays. It was a hard life, but if you asked him, he would tell you…
Ten things I want my children to learn before they leave the nest
As a mom, I’m constantly worried about my kids. C.O.N.S.T.A.N.T.L.Y.W.O.R.R.I.E.D. I guess that comes with the territory. Will they be prepared to head out into this world? Will they be good people? Will they be OK when I’m gone? Over their short lives, I’ve taught them many things: how to ride a bike, tie their…
Woodland path
Old Familiar Landscapes Those old familiar landscapes within my heart are longed, though many years have passed now the time has not assuaged. The willow trees in spring time, the ducklings in the pond, the scent of sweet magnolia, bring memories dear and fond. A rustic fence that traveled far and made a boundary line,…
The Farmers in the Dell 