by Susan Burdett | Aug 20, 2015 | Animals, Farm Life, Memories
I scrambled out of bed, my heart pounding. I’d hit the snooze button too many times and now I would be late! I wanted to feed the chickens before my shower so I threw on a pair of old pants and a T-shirt, trotted down the old farmhouse stairs, stepped into my barn...
by Susan Burdett | Aug 10, 2015 | Animals, Farm Life, Memories
I peeked through the doorway of the small red feed room then climbed into the dimly lit space, my nose full of the rich wholesome fragrance of milled corn, wheat, oats and barley. I sidled up to the figure stooped in the low-ceiled room, “What you doin’ Dad?”...
by Susan Burdett | Jul 25, 2015 | Animals, Farm Life, Memories
Goodbye my faithful friend, my constant shadow. I’ll never again smooth the fine hair around your eyes and ears, or rub your belly between your front legs the way you love. Never again be exasperated by your leaping frenzied greeting when I come home at the end...
by Susan Burdett | Jul 14, 2015 | Farm Life, Memories
My stomach clenched, my hands gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, my brain addled by the whirling of my head front to back side to side, my left leg ached with tension as it hovered over the clutch pedal. And yet I was proud, so proud of what I was doing,...
by Susan Burdett | Jun 22, 2015 | Farm Life, Memories
Tons of black iron crept almost soundlessly out of Ernie’s driveway, hissing, smoke billowing, gravel crunching under it’s enormous weight. A mass of levers and gauges allowed the driver to direct the steam power boiling within. At the controls, our cousin...
by Susan Burdett | Apr 27, 2015 | Farm Life, Memories
This series of pictures shows the building of a corncrib including homemade lumber at our cousin’s sawmill across the road, circa 1962 (?). My dad, Walter, with an oak log from our bush: The sawmill at cousin Ernie’s: Cutting our lumber: Preparing the...
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