20 Articles Under This Category. Baling Hay with Banjo - Gregory Lewis
David Tanguay’s article about chicken farming reminded me of my teen years growing up in the farmland of western Massachusetts. In the summer of 1974 I helped old Einar Olson get his hay in. For me that meant following the hay bailer, a green John Deere, pulled by his International... Submitted 13 days 12 hours ago.

Joel’s Encounter With The Macho Bull And The Broken Fence - Joel Hendon
We normally kept around ten head of cattle back home. Three milkers, sometimes four, their four calves and a couple more yearlings and one bull…for macho purposes. The bull was a sorry thing, only ate about twice as much as a yearling and did nothing more than to satisfy his lustful... Submitted 67 days 22 hours ago.

Summer Vacation Rollercoaster - - Amanda J Mirza
As a child, summer always seemed like its own rollercoaster ride. There were the weeks of anticipation leading up to summer. I remember sitting in the hot classroom, fidgeting with the excited energy bottled up inside. However did our teachers manage to keep us contained, especially in the few... Submitted 220 days 19 hours ago.

The Day I Fell In Love With Italy - Jennifer Stewart
Isn't it a strange culture we have, built on rules that keep everybody separated from their natural joy? And the great lubricator of the system of rules is fear. Keeps everybody worrying , keeps everybody down . Fear of not working hard enough, fear of not being clever enough, fear of not making... Submitted 1 year 232 days ago.

Stinky Cheese - Val Silver
As I rounded the corner to the deli section of our local buying club, I was stopped by a most familiar aroma filling the area. "I know that smell, what is it?" I said to myself. "Ah, yes, provolone. Real provolone," came the answer from the recesses of my mind. And sure enough, there in front of... Submitted 2 years ago.

Some Nostaglia about A Character - - Hilda Cang
In the beginning of my junior high year one, we had a female teacher who taught us mathematics. I wasn't sure if she did another subject for the class but back then, it's general a teacher could be responsible to teach up to two different subjects for the same class if they were assigned to and... Submitted 21 days 8 hours ago.

Old Men Say - Richard Radtke
In the park the children play, upon swings that creak and sway, balls thrown, by little hands, fly high, in the cloud filled sky. Over there on benches, shadowed from the rays, old men sit, looking on, "Youth, upon youth is lost", the old men say. We smile, nod, then hurry on, so much must we do... Submitted 1 year 265 days ago.

Letter from the Porch - - Richard Radtke
I was greeted with a letter today from someone whom I have never met, although perhaps someday I may. It was a wonderful letter, written with care, full of memories, and sprinkled with tears. The author wrote of the porches and homes that she had known since her childhood, she wrote of bits and... Submitted 1 year 271 days ago.

Porches, Where Have They Gone? - - Richard Radtke
New homes never seem to have the grand old porches of yesteryear, the ones that reach out from the front of the home, like a beckoning hand bidding welcome to all who come, with two old rockers, a porch swing, and perhaps a table or two. No, today all you seem to see is a small, unfriendly... Submitted 1 year 283 days ago.

Having Fun with My Imagination - Jennifer Stewart
Somebody made a comment the other day to me about their blissful schooldays. Well I'm all for nostalgia, but let's a get few things in perspective here. Me, I didn't enjoy school so much. In fact I didn't enjoy it so much that I was particularly thrilled to be leaving it, since I'd flailed my way... Submitted 1 year 310 days ago.

Pig in the City - Bruce Horst
Even when Jean and I first started having kids, we thought it was important to maintain our 'date night' once or twice a month. When Zach was 2 we had one of these date nights and when we returned to our apartment at about 11:00 PM, Jean said she'd take the babysitter home because I was very... Submitted 73 days 11 hours ago.

These Boys Can Always Make Me Laugh - elle kynzer
The older we get, the more relaxed we usually become around children. Once I heard it said, that the oldest child is usually the more tense, and responsible of the siblings. The second child is even less inhibited, and feels more freedom, and lack of parental pressure. By the time the third child... Submitted 138 days 22 hours ago.

When Dogs Were Dogs (and Not Always Man’s Best Friend) - - Robert Kuhns
We both grew up in families having dogs so now that we were living along the river with a larger house and a great deal larger lot it was a dog for us. I registered with the Animal Shelter for a German Boxer. I had met a Boxer as a lad delivering Saturday Evening Posts. One of my customers had... Submitted 140 days 16 hours ago.

Reminiscing the works of Hans Christian Andersen - - Joel Hendon
As one grows older, the inclination to reminisce grows stronger, and it is astounding, the things that come back into memory once you become involved. As I was browsing the web (there are many things I have saved in my computer memory) I pulled up a list under the heading of "classics" and just... Submitted 1 year 111 days ago.

I remember Juarez, long ago - Joel Hendon
I receive regular updates on various topics directly from the FBI. One of which is activities on the drug and illegal alien front along the Mexican-U.S. Border. It saddens me to read of those things and especially concerning places with which I once was acquainted. I'd like to share a couple... Submitted 1 year 155 days ago.

Old Times and New - - Goshwin Stone
The Old One's are dying, taking grand knowledge away. Many of them, I'm sure, no longer wishing to stay. Honored no more, no ears willing to listen, to their tales of life, and strife, love and laughter, working hard, planting corn, and raising... Submitted 1 year 265 days ago.

Upon this Rock - Richard Radtke
There is a passage in the Bible in which Jesus states, "Upon this rock, I will build my Church", I have read that passage many times and every time I do, it brings up a memory from my youth. A memory that really has nothing in common at all with the meaning of the passage. My mother still talks... Submitted 1 year 289 days ago.

Chaos In A Bustling Life - Abe Blauvelt
With thoughts of the upcoming weekend running through my head, something stirred in me to discuss what the weekend means to me. It is the end of the work week. The end of bustling chaos. The dissipation of the desire to rip the heads off your co-workers. A reprieve from Monday morning... Submitted 1 year 167 days ago.

A Simpler Time - Sydney Spence
Remembering the days I would play outside past sunset, without a care in the world, fill my daydreams now. How ironic that being a grown up would fill my daydreams then, when I had no idea what adulthood meant. But there were things that made me appreciate the simple life I had. The pink and... Submitted 1 year 342 days ago.

A Simple Act Breeds a Sea of Memories - - Donovan Baldwin
I am 65 now, and, on Sundays, I take my 92-year-old mother, who no longer drives, to church. Normally, I dress well, as one should when going to church with his mother, no matter what his age, but today I have chores elsewhere afterwards and will not have an opportunity to change, so I made some... Submitted 1 year 222 days ago.