Farmhands

November 9, 1984

“Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!” exclaimed Russell as he raced across the house to the backdoor.

Russell wasn’t excited because his dad was bringing him a toy or candy or any kind of treat. That was just Russell’s usual nightly greeting for his father.

“Hi, Daddy. Let me . . . → Read More: from Words in My Pocket Book #2: Farmhands from November 9, 1984

Recently, I was involved in two potluck meals. — I love potlucks because you get to sample the greatest food around. For some people it’s a way of sharing a special family recipe that their mother and maybe even their grandmother made.

One potluck meal was with the Loomis Historic Society near Crivitz. I didn’t . . . → Read More: Small Town Fun