They were born and then they vanished. I thought something had killed them or their mother had abandonded them as she had done with other kittens in the past. Then one day they showed up on my porch, ready to share some cat food.
Playing around Mom.
Getting photographs isn’t easy as the kittens don’t sit and say ‘Cheese’.
It’s nice that they survived.
Anyone in need of a kitten?
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved
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.
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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.
Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved
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.
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If I hadn’t written this in a column, I would never have remembered any of the day. I don’t remember what class I took that fall, maybe because I was half asleep during the class. But that’s only a small part of this happening. Listen and hear what I was sharing.
Bob isn’t mentioned as he was working his long night shift at Seymour Canning Company. That took him away from the family well into October and then harvest took his attention.
Memories are good to save and share. I hope you consider saving some of your own.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
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