Category Archives: Family

A budding artist

I’m sure I wasn’t happy when Rachel became a wall artist. She was 18 months old at the time. In this column from 1984 I didn’t sound so upset, but I’m sure I wasn’t happy.

Listen today how I felt, or at least what I wrote that day.

Often I was frustrated at happenings in those days. It always meant more work for me, but today it’s just a great memory.

At least the kids always gave me something to write about.

Copyright 2020 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved

The naming of Sunnybook Farm

There was a beginning. It was 1985 when Bob and his dad broke up their farming partnership and we created ours.

This column gives an account of how we came up with the name Sunnybook Farm.

The name seemed odd in the beginning, but after so many years, everyone (or almost everyone) got used to it. It was Bob and I after all. Sunnybook Farm was the farm. Sunny our attitude, well, mostly. Finally, the book addressed my writing. The name is all-encompassing.

I hope that clears everything up. Just remember to leave out the R. Sunnybrook will lead you in the wrong direction.

Copyright 2020 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved

Winter fun

I was in my thirties when I wrote this column about sledding with three of our children. Sledding had always been a favorite activity of mine, too bad age has put that fun on the back burner for me. Just walking out for the mail is enough of a challenge for me when things are slippery.

I believe Bob only went sledding once with us. Getting up from the ground and then walking back up the hill was too much for him and his joints. When he did join us he preferred watching the fun from the car.

Still, I yearn for a fun swoosh down a hill.

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Sharing a birthday meant trouble

This column from 1983 tells the woes of having two birthdays on one day.

Our poor daughter thought having a baby brother born on her third birthday was special. Later little Becky found this not to be true.

Childhood birthdays are special. As adults, Rebecca (Becky) and Russell find their shared day extra-special.

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A new/old appliance

If you have an unheated enclosed porch, you have a refrigerator/freezer, depending on the winter weather. It has to be enclosed otherwise wild animals might raid it.

This column is an account of the time I used our porch as an extension of my refrigerator.

Our children didn’t raid the soup and stews that they found on the porch. It wasn’t until they discovered that I was cooling chocolate candies out there that the goodies became endangered–Bob liked to make a stop there, too, for a quick snack as he came into the house.

This winter, I’m using an unheated closet next to the porch as a beverage cooler. It works perfectly, too bad I don’t have a lot of company these days who would enjoy a perfectly cooled drink.

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