Most of my Dad’s stories were funny, even those surrounding the cemetery near his house. Here are two today.
I also adapted the story of dad falling into the grave in Chicken Charlie’s Year. Research had me looking up the Latin phrases used in the Catholic mass before it changed to English. I remember my prayer book had both, but that book is long gone, so I borrowed one from our priest.
I hope you enjoy these retellings.
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I found a bag hidden away. What’s inside? I didn’t know so I thought I’d share my grand opening here.
A bit different.
A bit odd.
But doing different, odd stuff keeps me going.
Want to see another treasure? Message me on Facebook or email sunnybook@aol.com. I’ll see what I find.
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Did you have to share a room with your sibling? Did you always agree?
My sister and I often divided the room in half. This side of the bedroom is yours, that is mine. Our arrangement was difficult to keep as we shared a double bed and the door was on one side of the room.
As children, Rob and Russ shared a room. This column is an account of actions and reactions when big brother Rob found little brother Russell’s dirty socks on his bed.
I know windows rattled whenever issues like this occurred between any of the siblings.
What I really love is the ending and how the problem disappeared. You’ll have to listen to get the whole picture of brotherly love.
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This is a blog with a vlog embedded.
Just a short talk about my monster cat.
Car-E knows how to get my attention. He attacks my feet in the morning as I get out of bed. For him it’s PLAYTIME!
This attack comes after of hours sleeping peacefully by me in bed–though if I do happen to touch him at night Car-E immediately goes into play mode.
Such is life with my young cat.
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When I married Bob, I began noticing how farmers and their farms were depicted in the media. If all you knew about farms came from those outlets you’d get the wrong idea about modern farms.
Children’s books often set farms back in the 1940s.
In this archived column, I grumble about this problem.
Years ago, a lot of people visited relatives on the farm. My Chicago cousins helped with haying when we still lived in Illinois. Those summers Don, Ron, and Val learned a lot and worked hard.
Bob always told how he invited a Chicago teacher and her students to take a tour of the Manzke Illinois farm. At the end, he asked the students what they liked best. Bob expected to hear about calves or even the barn cats. The children said they liked seeing apples growing on trees the best. They had never seen an apple tree before. This shocked Bob.
These days many urban people are not connected in any way to farms and that’s a shame. Showing them real rural activities makes a big impression. It educates them while the farm people learn about life in the city.
So when things open up again after this pandemic, visit a farm. Go to a Breakfast on the Farm. Eat your fill and look around. You might be surprised at what you find.
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