It seems I’ve been a crafty person for many years. This column was written in January 1990.
I don’t remember making so many rag rugs, but I’m sure there is a remnant somewhere in the backroom.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
My children were having a contest in this column from January 1990. They needed me as the tiebreaker. Tell us, Mom, who was the sickest?
I know who was the most tired. Me, that’s who. After taking care of a houseful of sick kids, I needed a rest.
Times haven’t changed. A house filled with children will always battle illnesses one after another. I just happened to write about ours.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
This column from 1990 shows how two boys, Russ 10 and Rob almost 15, shared a bedroom.
It wasn’t always easy.
I loved coming across this story about my boys. It says a lot about them.
They survived childhood. Now there aren’t any dirty sock issues as they are grown men and good friends.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
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.