This column from 1990 reminds me of times Bob and I struggled to find time together.
It took years, but eventually, Bob and I had all kinds of time together. We even took a couple of vacations.
I’m missing those special times with him today, but at least I have the memories.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
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This 1987 column retells a weekend when Bob and I ran away from home. Children remained at home while we went to the UP, a rare escape.
I can’t remember another vacation Bob and I took without our children. This was it!
Sometimes we did escape from the kids, but that usually meant we were driving machinery around the farm. Those hours were not vacations, but farm work.
Such was life on Sunnybook Farm.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
Many things can go wrong during harvest time, but then there are days when everything is beautiful and bountiful.
This 1987 column talks about a lovely day when soybeans flowed from the field.
I love remembering days when work was thrilling for both Bob and me.
It was always good being useful.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
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