I had a really good time at my Uncle Donnie's 90th birthday gathering. Once I got there. I learned something new about South Dakota. I was driving along minding my own business. When out of NOWHERE What to my wondering eyes should appear but flashing red and blue lights! Just 5 miles from my destination. … Continue reading NOT just a suggestion…
I am getting ready to take a trip. What kind you may ask? A very important one. My Uncle Donnie is turning 90. As I age I understand a little more exactly what it takes to make it to 90. Not as far as 90 yet. But my body has told me that the years … Continue reading Uncle Donnie turns 90
I was born in South Dakota. Dad tried hard to make a living as a farmer. I laugh when I hear people say "It must ge great to be a farmer! Work when you want play when you want." You can tell those people have NEVER even seen a straight row of corn. "You can … Continue reading South Dakota
Wow It really is hard to find barbed wired that is still in use. Maybe because of things like this story!!You know I really should stay off of the internet – or at least Facebook. I saw a photo that exclaimed “Barbed wire, tearing jeans and ripping skin since 1867.” AND guess what?? Yep, I … Continue reading Barbed wire, tearing jeans and ripping skin since 1867
I remember back in the 60's I was in school and we were learning our states. We all got to put a flag in the state where we were born. When I put my flag in South Dakota with all of the pride a 3rd grader could muster, I remember one of my classmates asked … Continue reading South Dakota
Edible I must have been about 7 or 8 when Mom decided that we should make cookies. I told her I can do that by myself. Mom humored me and said, "Well, how about if I just help with the measuring?" I thought that would be OK. We set about bringing all the ingredients onto the … Continue reading Peanut Butter Cookies… not so EDIBLE!!
Now most of you know that I grew up in the Denver Metro area. I went and visited my family on the farm in South Dakota. Being born in Mitchell, SD. How ever we moved while I was still and infant. Actually that is the reason we moved, my asthma. On these trips I admit … Continue reading Getting above your raisin’