I’ve never believed in this creature or its weather predictions.
This column makes my feelings clear.
So when February 2 arrives on Tuesday, I will not check how the groundhogs feel about winter around the country.
There’s sure to be at least 6 more weeks of winter. That’s just t he way it is in Wisconsin.
Eventually spring will arrive in her own sweet time.
I look forward to seeing green again.
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I loved going on school field trips, but I think this one was the most challenging of all.
Robby’s 4th grade class was going to the Bergstrom-Mahler Museum, in Neenah to see their antique glass paperweight collection. All those active children and all that glass made me nervous. Here’s what I wrote about that day.
Now I wish I had jotted down the lyrics to the songs the kids were singing on the bus. That would be fun to share today.
The boys were active as always, but we all survived and no glass was broken. Thank goodness.
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This 1982 column talks about three babies that were all born in winter. It recalls all the clothes and bundling involved that goes along with winter births.
It doesn’t end with those three bundles of joy. The end has an announcement.
Of course, in those days we didn’t know who would be joining our family in the summer. It wasn’t until mid-summer that news was shared. Only until after the July birth of Manzke baby #4 could we introduce Rachel Jo.
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This phone call was the first time my pen pal Pauline and I ever spoke to each other. Up until then, we sent letters and a few tape-recorded messages.
Pauline’s call in 1985 took me by surprise. This column is what I wrote about it.
As a teenager, I remember waiting to find one of Pauline’s blue airmail letters in my mailbox. It was always a treat when one arrived. These days real paper letters are non-existent but we can still connect for free over the internet.
It’s wonderful to have Pauline as my friend. Messages from her, whatever the mode are always special.
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Many times I was woken up by a teary child who had just experienced a nightmare. This column is an account of Bob having a dream go sour.
Any time Bob had sleep issues they affected me, too. This was a rather mild nightmare for my husband. A few others involved a tractor going off a cliff and another had Bob being chased by a bear. You’ll have to listen to this one to see who was out to get Bob this night.
I’m glad I wrote this nightmare down. It wouldn’t have been remembered otherwise.
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