A Year of Memories, Farm life, Monday Memories
I was pretty good in the books, but I was never accused of having mechanical ability. I’d just graduated from high school and was working for our local Surge milking machine dealer, trying to earn a little money for college the next fall. Mostly, I serviced Surge...
A Year of Memories, Farm life, Monday Memories
I’ve written about my cousins Jack’s and Wayne’s resistance to getting out of bed when their fathers called them for morning milking. A student of mine had a brother with the same problem, and it was driving her father to distraction. She devised a solution that she...
A Year of Memories, Farm life, History, Monday Memories, Wisconsin History
December 7, 1941: B-17 C (Flying Fortress) my wife’s uncle, pilot Earl Cooper, flying in darkness and low on fuel, approached Pearl Harbor. He intended to land at Hickham Field for refueling before continuing on to Clark Field in the Philippines. As dawn broke and...
A Year of Memories, Farm life, Monday Memories
As an eight-year-old, I knew the abruptness of nightfall. We lived in a chicken house while waiting for construction of a real house that was never completed. We had no electricity, no running water, no plumbing, and no bathroom. Have you ever read under the light of...
A Year of Memories, Farm life, Monday Memories
I frequently visited my cousin Wayne Paull when he was living alone after his wife, Elvira, passed away. Wayne, with his stories and country philosophy, always made my visit interesting. He kept me entertained from the time I arrived until I left. I’ll tell you a few...
