Category Archives: Family

Pork Chop Day

During the Great Depression, people raised livestock in their backyards. Here’s a story my dad wrote about having pigs in Calumet Park, Illinois.

We never raised pigs when I was a kid. I saw one being butchered at a friend’s farm and I couldn’t eat pork for years. I guess I take after my dad.

Funny that eating homegrown chickens didn’t bother my dad. It sure bothered me. Like he said, “It’s like eating your friends.”

I hope you enjoy this true story from when my dad was a boy.

I’ll read another in a future blog.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

I took my three grandchildren to Seymour for Music in the Park on Wednesday evening. They ended up on stage.

They helped and then won $2 each for being the farthest visiting Seymour.

I’m proud that they ran prizes to winners of the door prizes. (Wyatt won a $10 gift card from Don’s Market!)

My three got popcorn for their efforts which they didn’t expect.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

We went grocery shopping today. I allowed my grandchildren to choose yogurt flavors they liked.

Everyone was curious about the Skittle-flavor, so we bought one to give it a taste test. Here’s what my three grandchildren said.

It was three thumbs down, but the yogurt was finished so not wasted.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Three of my grandchildren are spending time with me this week, ending with everyone coming for Camp Manzke on the weekend.

Eli, Wyatt, me, and Arianna

They made it through one night in their tent without a problem.

Worked on an art project this morning.

Tomorrow we’re going to the movies. Wednesday evening we’ll be at Music in the Park in Seymour.

Thursday is prep for Camp Manzke, which starts on Friday.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Some thought I should have thrown out all those old toys. Now, I’m glad I didn’t.

Russ and his son, Harrison, had fun going through those old Transformers.

They may not be in perfect shape, but today they are more than toys. They are considered collectibles.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.