Category Archives: Bob

Marking the date

I’m not going to dwell on missing Bob but I couldn’t let the date pass without saying something.

I remember Bob every day.

Now onto the rest of life … without the best husband ever.

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

Copyright 2022 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.

A beautiful harvest day

Many things can go wrong during harvest time, but then there are days when everything is beautiful and bountiful.

This 1987 column talks about a lovely day when soybeans flowed from the field.

I love remembering days when work was thrilling for both Bob and me.

It was always good being useful.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Copyright 2021 © by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.

Gaper’s block

When farmers gaze at farm fields being combined they create a gaper’s block. Bob was very good at this viewing as I wrote back in 1986.

I was happy to drive Bob through the countryside so he could see what was going on other farms. It was much safer having me drive and watch the road than having him trying to drive and watch the fields.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved

Our family magician — Bob

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.

Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved

Superman Meets the Invisible Man

My husband was a workaholic. This column from 1987 tells how he attempted to do everything, except sleep. During his night shirt at the canning company, he was found a time of two sleeping standing up–this is not an exageration.

For summer and fall, I lived as a single parent, which wasn’t easy either. Often I felt I was being pulled apart when I was needed on the farm knowing our children required at least one parent some of the time.

Anyway this is what I wrote about Bob during those hectic times.

Watching Bob work himself to death wasn’t easy to witness but no one could stop him from any of his work adventures.

Today, I’m missing him and wishing we had more time together. It was a good thing he did eventually slow down, finding time to enjoy more than work.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved