According to my Grandma, the best chicken noodle soup starts with sharpening the ax and getting the old woodblock ready. Then you pick out a chicken and after you catch it, you talk to it nicely, you pet it one last time and you say THANK YOU, after all, it has given you plenty of eggs throughout the years and now it will continue to give you one last meal. You cover the chicken with your old cardigan and carry it to the old barn, where the axe and the woodblock are waiting.Continue reading
After Donald Trump deported so many of the workers from farms in the U.S. an enterprising woman named Betsy, in Coral Springs, Florida decided to try one of those difficult farm jobs, that most Americans were not formerly willing to do, just in order to help save the crops. Continue reading
I think we were poor, but I really don’t know. We always had enough food, and I had clothes; we had livestock and fields with vegetables and fruits, our pantries and the cellar were stocked with jars and cans, but money was tight. Most farmers are not rich; they are just getting by, and we were no exception.
I wore my first watch with pride. I walked around with my head held high and my sleeves were always pulled up, so everybody could see the beautiful watch with the shining, red band that I had gotten for my birthday. Continue reading
Life and death is a daily thing when you grow up on a farm. I watched eggs hatch, calves being born and I helped with all of it, from an early age on. I saw the butcher coming by, and even though I didn’t watch the actual “act” I knew what he was there for. Continue reading
I don’t know anything about baseball, but I know a thing or two about victories.
Once upon a time, there was a guy named Bob. He married young, worked hard and it took him only a few years and he was able to buy some land. Continue reading