Category Archives: Friends

Before blacktop

This column from September 1986 tells of a dirt road on its way to being blacktopped.

Rain changed the dirt road to mud and made an adventure for children getting to school.

No photos, but tons of memories as a neighbor, Buddy Wojciehowski, came to the rescue and got the Gardner Rd kids to the bus.

I watched from the house but wished I had been on that pickup with Buddy. From the whoops coming from the ten children, it had to be a fun ride.

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

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Special delivery

Last weekend, Facebook birthday greetings abounded. Too many to count. Beyond digital wishes, the USPS brought me real cards. (I don’t know how column readers remember the date.) A few old chums took me to lunch. I’m grateful to all who noted my special day.

The crazy thing is this mail delivery had nothing to do with my birthday. It came out of the blue and touched my heart.

Miranda Paul and I have been friends for many years but haven’t been able to get together for some time. Her note thanked me! “Thank you for your column and being such a consistent example of reflection and inspiration….” My word! I never thought of myself like that. I just plunk away at bits and pieces of life. Now I have something to live up to.

I just had to share this today.

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

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An old mare gives birth at 22

Continuing with my visit to an Amish farm.

This mare doesn’t look her age. Not too long ago she came to live on my friends’ farm. She was a gift to their adult daughter. I don’t know more of the horse’s history.

I was surprised when I learned the age of this new mother. She was 22 years old when she gave birth to her first foal this past June. Both are doing great and are much loved.

Twenty-two-year old mare
her 2-month-old foal

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

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Oil of a Different color

This column from 1987 could have happened any year. It is not tied to a specific time period.

Listen to hear as one major car problem is solved.

I hope you enjoyed the twist at the end.

I would never had remembered this short happening if I hadn’t written it in my column. This is a good example why everyone should save their stories, no matter how short.

Pick up your pen/pencil today and jot down a story you remember. Maybe one with a fun twist at the end. Good luck.

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An unusual treat

Plans were set, though the actual 1986 date was months away. It would be August before my pen pal Pauline would arrive in Wisconsin.

This is how I wrote about my anticipation in my column.

I will continue giving bits and pieces of Pauline’s 1986 visit in future readings.

I hope you return

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