The great moor of the Buena Vista is one of Central Wisconsin’s more abidingly empty places. Some believe lonely is the word, some think creep…
“The Goldenrod is yellow.
Fall brings harvest, at least in theory — never mind frost, freeze, rain, monsoon and mechanical voodoo intercede on the theory.
Fall was a magical season in the late 1940s and ‘50s when I was a kid on the 238-acre Scheckel farm near Seneca in the heart of Crawford Count…
I was raised on a typical Wisconsin dairy farm and attended a one-room country school (Glasgow in southeastern Trempealeau County) and after t…
In the corn covered hills of 1940s Iowa, no one had an address. Every house and farm went by a name. There was the Larson’s farm next to the c…
The sticky, humid, mosquito filled days of August and September have rapidly given way to the chilly, leaf strewn, harvest days of October, an…
When I was a kid, we lived on Broadway Street in Kiel back in the 1940s and early ‘50s. In spite of the war and the lingering effects of the D…
While growing up in Kiel in the 1940s and ‘50s, everyone seemed to be a Chicago Cubs baseball fan, including myself. Why? Because that was the…
“Hello, boys and girls, this is your day, so it’s up, up, and away!” was the uplifting resonant greeting by Ranger Mac every Monday at 9:30 a.…
Who are your heroes? For most of us nowadays they are the firefighters, the healthcare workers, EMTs, and the first responders. They are our m…
Editor’s note: This is part three of three of this story. See the previous two editions of The Country Today for parts one and two.
Editor’s note: This is part two of three of this story. See last week’s The Country Today for part one.
Editor’s notes: This story was submitted by Linda Drackley, the author’s daughter-in-law. The author, who was an English teacher for many year…
It is April 27th, 7:05 p.m. I am walking through the barn, the white gambrel with a Jamesway weathercock. I was on the center feed alley when …
Peder Jensen was born on January 30, 1861, in Denmark.
Growing up as a kid in the late 1940s and all through the 1950s on the farm outside of Seneca in the heart of Crawford County, we used the wor…
Author’s note: This story is as told to my sister, Janet Black Yznaga, who typed it up. Our father, born in 1909, would have been 25 when this…
There always seemed to be a comfortable rhythm and flow to the everyday happenings on the Johnson dairy farm in the 1940s and ‘50s.
She said she’d had a dream about me.
I love food! I love the taste of fresh-picked strawberries macerated with sugar and ladled onto biscuit shortcake topped with sweetened whippi…
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The arrival of baby chickens was a sure and welcome sign of spring on the Scheckel farm out on Oak Grove Ridge outside of Seneca, Wisconsin, i…
This is the Elm City School circa 2020 located off Highway 17 north of Gleason in Lincoln County. At least, this is the way I found it but I d…
Sometime last year, I opened an old, small overnight case tucked away in the basement that I knew contained the remnants of my father’s time i…
I wish I’d have hugged my mother more.
I was raised toward the end of the work horse era. Dad had four horses when I was real young.
”Therefore, God give thee of the dew of heaven, and the Earth’s richness, and plenty of corn and wine.” Genesis 27:28