Memory is a funny thing. We can forget what we did last weekend, but we can remember with sparkling clarity a conversation from 40 years ago. Some events, and some places, just seem to have a grip on us, rooted in our minds forever. That’s what my grandparents’ farm in rural Virginia is for me. We visited it every summer of my childhood, for two or three weeks at a time. ...
The holiday season bring memories of family and friends, love and laughter, and good times. All of these things are even more memorable when the celebration includes handmade items, whether it’s handcrafted ornaments and decorations, homemade gifts for loved ones, or made-from-scratch foods like chewy sugar cookies and Christmas candy for both the celebration and for ...
Nebraska Pioneer Cookbook(University of Nebraska Press, 1974) compiled by Kay Graber explores the dining patterns of Nebraska's pioneers. In addition to sharing recipes compiled from vintage sources, Graber narrates and interprets the evolution of pioneer food from early days on the prairie and brought to the heart of America by immigrants to the elegant meals at the turn of the ...
Scent Memories Cheryl Wipperman Marshall, Minnesota I enjoyed reading Rebecca Martin's "Scent of the Cellar" (Editor's Note) in the Fall 2019 issue of Capper's Farmer, and it inspired me to share the memory of my favorite scent. Lilacs bring back wonderful memories of spending every June at my aunt and uncle's farm in Minnesota when I was growing up. They had a beautiful ...
Way off in a large field of scrubby bushes a herd of pronghorn antelope are grazing. One looks up suddenly at the sound of children playing. It's a rag tag bunch of boys with bowl cut hair and girls in pigtails. Some are very young and some are almost teenagers.There's a woman standing on the porch ringing a bell for the children to come in. Her hair is pulled back in a severe bun ...
I have many memories of my grandmother. One of them centers around Easter Sunday. My grandmother was a devout Christian and went to the Lutheran church. We were all Lutherans. Even her father-in-law, our great-grandfather, was a Lutheran minister. Some cousins in Iowa endowed the Lutheran Seminary at Wartburg College in Waverly, Iowa, and the library was named after my ...
Have you ever noticed how certain jobs are often "passed down" through generations of a family? Even if the coming generation doesn't intend to follow, somehow they find for reasons they never expected, to be employed in the same way as the older generations of their family. My grandfather was a blacksmith, and my father became a mechanic — the next logical step from ...
In the Ozarks of my childhood, Thanksgiving marked the beginning of the cozy season. After long, hot days spent planting, cultivating, harvesting and canning, the holiday was the beginning of a winter rest.My mother used to say, “When nights begin to lengthen, cold begins to strengthen.” She looked forward to the colder days of the year, knowing there would be ...
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