In my previous blog I described my frustrations as I searched for a piece of land in the country where our family could build a house and establish a country home. The search took several years to finally locate a plot of land that a farmer was willing to sell. In this case it was two farmers, bachelors that lived together in an old farmhouse. Most of their farmland was located on one side of the highway with 7.9 acres…..
My growing up years were spent on the farm. Our farm consisted of two quarters of land that was dotted with numerous ponds and swamp land. It contained soil that froze and thawed each fall and spring to ensure that rocks of all sizes would rise and present themselves during the planting season. That movement of rocks insured that my brothers and I would have the back-breaking job of gathering the rocks and removing them from the fields, definitely not…..
I guess it became quite evident to my classmates that I loved to sing. In third grade when our teacher asked our class to choose a favorite song to start the music class, I would always be the first to volunteer. Waving my hand and shouting out, “Blow the Man Down” ! Looking back on those times I’m sure every classmate and the teacher rolled their eyes and shook their heads, muttering, “If we hear that song one more time,…..
My washing clothes skills have evolved considerably since my growing up years on the farm. Since our farmhouse did not have running water, preparing for the washing process was quite involved. The wringer washing machine was stored in the porch and had to be moved into the kitchen along with a double tub containing water that the soap filled clothes could be rinsed in. Once the clothes had been agitated in the washing machine, they were fed into the wringer…..
I celebrated my 81st Christmas several weeks ago. The first couple of those celebrations have faded from my memory but I’m sure I had a good time as my aunts talked gibberish to me and lovingly pinched my fat cheeks. While also commenting on which side of the family I most resembled. Of course, I responded by spitting out my pacifier and giving them a big, sloppy grin. Come to think about it I’m not sure pacifiers had been invented…..
Last summer my son, Steve, contacted me and announced that his family was flying to Pheonix, Arizona for Thanksgiving. They were in the process of purchasing airline tickets and he wanted to know if I would be interested in making the trip with them. Arizona in November was a tantalizing offer. So, what could I do but accept. Now, this would be my fifth airplane trip in my life, so I am not considered a toughened, experienced airline traveler. When…..
I was a kid many years ago but there are still memories that are locked in my brain from those days gone by. Fall arrived slowly as the tree leaves lost their magnificent greens and changed to yellows, golds and reds. The declining temperatures and dwindling sunlight hurried this process along. Flocks of the feathered species filled the skies as songbirds, ducks, geese and swans began their journeys to their winter homes. The cold winds rushed through the barren branches…..
My two daughters are my ‘go-to’ people for keeping me steered in the right direction. I spent twenty years guiding them toward maturity so now they have accepted the responsibility of guiding me toward old age. I don’t always like their suggestions. Does one take Tylenol or Advil? One pill or two? Have you drunk enough water today? After checking out my cupboards they’ll gently remind me I will soon need cooking oil and crackers. “Are you continuing your exercises?”…..
It’s 3:30 in the morning and I sit at my computer wide awake. Why am I up at this ungodly hour attempting to write a blog? You see, I have a pain in my left leg, and it has been bothering me for a long time, over a year! I have been kicked out of therapy (graduated) several times now earning a cool t-shirt each time. But in a few days the pain reappears. Our fine medical folks have determined…..
I first met Ras when I became a freshman at the University of Minnesota, Morris in the fall of 1962. We hit it off immediately. He and his roommate lived neighbors to me in Junior Hall, a dorm that was filled with wide-eyed freshman boys who were experiencing their first years of independence. That explains why the toilet in the bathroom suddenly exploded after an unnamed student dropped a lighted cherry bomb into the flushing water. Frequently the dorm silence…..
