Category Archives: Columns

A change of hair

May 3, 2021Columns, Family, Susansusanmanzke

I was ready for a different hairstyle. It was 1987 and everyone was sporting great perms and big hair. A friend said she could do the same for me.

This column recounts my family’s reaction to the change.

I guess big hair wasn’t for me.

Thanks Rob for calling me Bozo the Clown.

In the spotlight, part 2

May 2, 2021Columns, Susansusanmanzke

This column continues with my stint as a community theater actor. It was a first for me. I pushed myself to do this out-of-character activity.

Again, from spring 1986, I stepped out on stage.

In the years of Seymour Community Theater, I had more parts that took me on stage. Every time I had butterflies in my tummy. Still, I went forward.

Taking on things that scare us is a good thing. They make us grow.

I hope today this encourages others to take steps that will challenge them.

A new star

May 1, 2021Columns, fun, speaking, Susansusanmanzke

Even though I’m an introvert, I have pushed myself to take steps in front of an audience.

This column from 1986 tells of my first attempt at acting. I was afraid, but even so, I went in front of that audience and became the nosy old lady from across the hall–it was a fun part.

Many of my friends worked on this play. Seeing them succeed in other productions made me want to give it a try, too.

A minor character was the best way to start. For me, it helped me come out of my shell.

Spring arrives on a wing

April 29, 2021Columns, Susan, wildlifesusanmanzke

Geese flying in from the south may mean spring to you. For me, the arrival of the red-winged blackbird heralds spring.

This column from days gone by shows how those birds bring spring to me.

It doesn’t matter the year. When red-wing blackbirds warble for the first time in April, I celebrate the birth of spring.

Wishing you days where birds brighten your life.

Children go wild

April 27, 2021Columns, Family, funsusanmanzke

April 1986 was when Russell received the scar on his hand. How do I know? I wrote about it in a column.

Just listen today and find out how many of our children got hurt that spring.

Maybe someone will tell me how Russell’s accident really happen, but probably not.

Addition from Russell:

Russell ManzkeI clearly remember how I got that scar. I was curious if the windows in the chicken coup in the barn would open, so I wrestled one open and discovered they did go up. It stayed up long enough for me to say, “They DO open!” then it slammed back down, shattered, and took a chunk of my knuckle with it. I’m not sure what story I gave you. I probably blamed Rob.

Susan Manzke

Writer, Speaker, All-Around Good Person