Looking Back
10/8/2009 3:05:29 PM
Whether as a big top or a jungle, the farm barn helped create childhood memories.
8/11/2009 3:12:13 PM
Paper dolls were a unique Halloween treat.
6/12/2009 3:33:08 PM
Trusty Farmall A was a true partner during my summers making hay.
4/8/2009 5:03:26 PM
Helping hands next door keep family's rural dream alive.
3/25/2009 12:43:31 PM
The idea of a new lifestyle may seem simple, but where you start is not.
3/23/2009 2:17:51 PM
Springtime with family was the focus for Cindy one day last week.
2/3/2009 1:25:04 PM
Rural landscape embraces in time of need.
10/2/2008 3:35:08 PM
Plant protection process created a winter wonderland.
8/12/2008 3:06:03 PM
Bull rider recounts a vivid memory of good ol’ 283.
7/30/2008 11:23:38 AM
Even the best fence can’t stop a watermelon thief.
4/29/2008 4:38:00 PM
Prickly picking had mouthwatering reward.
3/1/2008 12:00:00 AM
Unique find spurs newfound love of potato planting.
1/1/2008 12:00:00 AM
My father’s war memories were locked away in that mysterious, blue sack.
11/1/2007 12:00:00 AM
Lean year teaches a young girl that joy and happiness don't come from the department store.
9/1/2007 12:00:00 AM
Gathering and freezing corn continues as a family tradition long after the children are grown, married and living far away.
7/1/2007 12:00:00 AM
No electricity was needed to power my wonderful boyhood years.
5/1/2007 12:00:00 AM
Magic seeds transmit love of gardening from one generation to another.
3/1/2007 12:00:00 AM
The clouds provide many lessons – and they're not always about the weather.
1/1/2007 12:00:00 AM
Father's care taught his daughters more about him than words ever could.
11/1/2006 12:00:00 AM
A father's kind thoughtfulness became his most lasting Christmas gift.
9/1/2006 12:00:00 AM
In the 'good old days' of my childhood, the threshing crew was called a ring, because it made a circuit of a number of farms. Each farmer furnished labor, and to get the necessary number of men, those having more acres of grain to be threshed had to furnish two men, or in a few cases, three men with racks and teams of horses.
9/1/2006 12:00:00 AM
When someone asks where I'm from, I don't think of my city, state or even country. I think of an old boot box my grandmother kept under her bed. It's my grandmother's connection to this old box that makes me realize that it's who, not where, I come from that really matters.