My Grandpa Ray passed away 16 years ago this month. Every October, whether I’m aware of the date or not, for one day the memories pile up. The phone call came at 6 a.m. on a Sunday. Early morning calls on a farm are never good because usually the outcome is chasing cattle or pigs in pajamas. My dad answered, followed by hushed whispers. I crept downstairs and learned that something was wrong ...
To Make The Best Better
I find it ironic that my very first blog on Rural Route 2 would come during National 4-H Week. Ironic because in the life and times of this Illinois farm girl, 4-H has been and still is a constant. At the insistence of our favorite babysitter, Kathy Schnell – think a country Mary Poppins – our parents enrolled my sister and I in 4-H. Kathy and her sisters showed polled Herefords, goats and ...
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