Our family magician — Bob

September 23, 2021Bob, Columnssusanmanzke

This column is from October 1986. It talks about my late husband fixing everything, except his pickup truck.

I hope you enjoy hearing all about Bob again.

Bob saved so much and used a lot of what he saved, but not everything. I’m facing a lot of what was left over from Bob, his dad, Shorty, and even from the last owners of this farm.

Things will be done, but it takes time.

I wish Bob was hear to deal with it all, but since that is impossible, well, eventually things are certain to find new homes.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

The last evening of summer 2021

September 22, 2021Weather, Wisconsinsusanmanzke

I enjoyed watching the sunset on Tuesday, September 21, 2021 and tried to capture it on video.

Some of the beauty comes through, but to appreciate it you had to be here.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Another Torment

September 21, 2021Columns, Sunnybook Farm, Susansusanmanzke

The noise was driving me crazy. It wasn’t loud, just annoying.

Listen as I read a column 1986 when a critter invade our house.

It’s nature’s way of getting ready for winter to send critters inside a farmhouse.

Don’t be embarrassed if this happens to you. I wasn’t, otherwise I wouldn’t have written about it.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Not much of a camper

September 20, 2021Columns, Susan, travelsusanmanzke

I can count the times I went tent camping on one hand. This column is about one of those times.

A 1986 Women-only trip took me to Michigan and a campout in the wild on an island.

I remember walking along the shoreline and almost falling into the water when a gust of wind took me off my feet. That same gusty wind rushed through our tent that night. It was quite an adventure.

I don’t think I’ll change my mind about tenting. I’m too old for roughing it.

I’ll gladly leave those adventures to younger people.

I prefer a good bed, electricity, and a fully functioning bathroom.

FYI: when it came time to go to the Grand Hotel for our reserved rooms, they didn’t want to let this motly group of women campers in. We clashed with their decor. Eventually, after having us sit on the front steps, they finally let us in as long as we hurried through their entrance hall. — Eventually, we cleaned up and changed to appropriate garb and blended in with their other guests. The crazy thing was that I prefered the rough camping to the hotel setting.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Tomato thief

September 19, 2021Car-E, catssusanmanzke

A few small pear tomatoes were on the counter, freshly washed.

Car-E found them and flipped one onto the floor.

There the tomato turned into a a cat toy.

After Car-E sunk his claws into the tomato he lost interest.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Susan Manzke

Writer, Speaker, All-Around Good Person

Our family magician — Bob

The last evening of summer 2021

Another Torment

Not much of a camper

Tomato thief