Fall months bring with them the need and/or desire to get things done after a long, hot summer and before winter sets in. From basic farm work and chores for kids, some activities on the chore list can be fun and exciting, while others might be the types of things folks approach reluctantly. ...
With the arrival of fall, my brothers and I saw the fluffy tops of broomsedge waving in the wind, and we knew we were in for a treat. Three of us were old enough to do a few chores for children, including helping tend a toddler and a baby. Broom-making day was more a celebration to us than a ...
“Wanted: Women interested in being Girl Scout leaders. Please call this number.” Wow! That’s right up my alley, I thought. I had been in the Girl Scouts for a few years. I had earned my second-class badge and was working on my first-class when the interest in scouting dropped so low that ...
The most cherished gifts I’ve ever received were given to my by my daddy, Carl E. Roberts, better known as Cubby.My father passed away when I was only 12 years old, but he still gave me some of the most precious gifts a man can give his son. They were not a monetary gift, but rather the type ...
A year before he passed away in 1996, my father gave me his Old Timer pocketknife. It was the knife he carried for as long as I can remember. Always clean and sharp, it slipped in and out of his bib overalls pocket for any job, small or large. I can still hear him say, “A man ain’t much of ...
When I was a child, my grandfather had a wonderful rolltop desk – the kind that had all those neat little cubbyholes. I thought he must be rich for sure to have such a treasure. The cubbyholes fascinated me. I knew if the desk were mine, I would have plenty of things to go in every hole. ...
My father worked 12 hours a day Monday through Saturday, which didn’t allow a lot of time to spend with his family. However, when I was 10 or 11, he began getting one afternoon off during the week in the summer. I was excited when he chose to make that afternoon our special time together.Gone ...
Building a Barn Out of Wood PalletsFor several years, my husband had talked about buying a few meat goats to build into a herd. Finally, after much research, we decided to do it. So, we built a fence, then started shopping for goats. We also began planning how to build a barn out of wood ...
My mother, Evah Lewis, was the greatest cook I’ve ever known. She often said she knew enough about having plenty in good times and being in want during bad times to make a meal with whatever was available – and to make it good enough that people would ask for seconds. Mom cooked, baked ...
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 ...
We asked readers to send in stories about old telephones and telephone party lines. Here are a couple of favorite stories we received.• Family Shared Party Line with Disrespectful Teenager• Party Line Telephone Rang Entirely Too Much
In the 1960s, my family had a beige wall-mounted telephone in the kitchen.We lived in a subdivision, where everyone was on a party line. Each family had a separate ring, and you would answer your phone only when you heard your ring. Being on a party line, the phone rang all the time — more ...
How well I remember the four-party phone line we had back in the early 1970s.Most of our neighbors were polite and considerate of the party line. However, there was one disrespectful teenager, probably in junior high at the time, who was not. Frequently, whenever we would pick up the receiver ...
In May 1984, when I was five months pregnant with our first child, my husband, Tony, was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s disease – a form of cancer. Fear reared its ugly head. I had so many questions. Would Tony live to see our baby grow up? Was his cancer curable? What if ... how would I ...?I ...
As a young girl, I always looked forward to spending time at my grandma’s house each summer. A kind woman raised on a farm in Kentucky, she always had a jar full of cookies and a pie on the counter.Up the street from her home in a quiet neighborhood amongst the Blue Ridge Mountains, an ...
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