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Life as I see it…

Puppy crawled out from under the lilac bush which was his favorite sleeping site. He knew it was that time of day and his services were needed. A good cow dog is an important part of life on a farm. Not only did Puppy help round up cows, he was our s...

 

Life as I see it…

Give Me A Break I sat at the breakfast table and started to plan my day. The box of Corn Flakes was now empty so I could cut off the box top. If I saved ten tops, I could send them off to Kellogg’s and get a Roy Rogers sheriff’s badge. Roy was...

 

Life as I see it…

Keep Going I didn’t mean to cause a problem. All I wanted was a few veggies on my sub sandwich. Was that too much to ask? Please may I have some spinach, cucumbers, peppers, olives, tomatoes and a splash of ranch dressing. That wasn’t an unusual...

 

Life as I see it…

Leisure and Laughter I woke up at the first call so glad that this day had finally come. It was a bright, sunny Sunday morning and the day held so much promise. I quickly dressed and flew down the stairs. Mother had been up before dawn and the...

 

Life as I see it…

The Marathon I finished my chores about the same time as the barn crew finished the milking. Sitting down to a wholesome breakfast, I started to plan what to do on this glorious spring morning. Soon I noticed the conversation going on around me....

 

Life as I see it…

The discussion of technology and the challenges it presents to the older generation slipped into the conversation with my grandchildren. We grew up in two different worlds. No truer words have been spoken. The world is vastly different today...

 

Life as I see it…

I held the annoying thing in my hand and was tempted to fling it off the deck and have it land in the last bit of snow in the back yard. I had been told not to “over think” the workings of this smartphone. And, by the way, those words came from...

 

Life as I see it...

A Fair Trade I looked down at my wet hands. Wrinkles covered my fingertips. I had been washing eggs for hours. Would it never end? I was on my own. Millie had been busy scrubbing and waxing floors and I had been given orders not to drop any eggs on...

 

Life as I see it…

I grabbed my dinner pail and walked out into the clear morning air. I stood mesmerized for a moment at the scene before me. It had snowed during the night: a light snow that fell softly over every surface. The tree limbs and fence posts were covered...

 

Life as I see it

The Calm After The Storm Mom’s voice awakened us. We listened. It was quiet. It was finally over. I scratched the frost off the window to see outside. It was a futile attempt for the frost was too thick and the scratching only made my hands...

 

Life as I see it…

I pulled the blanket over my head. It couldn’t be morning already. It seemed as if I had just crawled into that cold bed and now that it was warm, I had to crawl out. I had to get up. Mom had already called up the stairs at least twice. I finally...

 

Life as I see it…

Here’s Your Sign I was trying on shoes today. Some were too big, some too small and some made my feet look bigger than they really are. Is it true that our feet continue to grow as we age. That is good news. By the time I get very, very old, I...

 

Life as I see it

A Magical World I jumped out of bed ready to meet a new day. I quickly dressed putting on my new dress and shoes. There was no mirror in the room and I had no idea how I looked. My shoes were still a bit stiff and I clomped downstairs. My older broth...

 

Life as I see it

The day started like any other day on the farm. Hot Eyes, the psychotic rooster, was busy sounding his wake up “Cock-a-doodle”. Sleepy kids made their way to the kitchen where Mom was already hard at work. The older siblings went to the barn and...

 

Life as I see it…

For a moment I glanced up from my book to see what was up. Mom was still bustling around the kitchen. She hadn’t called my name so I thought I was free to curl up in the chair and read until bedtime. But alas, it was not to be. Mom was sorting...

 

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