The year was 1946. World War II had ended, but the state and national concern that year focused on a new enemy, poliomyelitis, better known as…

Our family has always considered Sunday to be a day of rest. In the 1940s, ‘50s and ‘60s, people of all walks of life took time on Sundays to …

A previous yarn about the proliferation of cheese factories in Manitowoc County in the early 20th century brought back some interesting memori…

Before we moved to the farm where my wife and I live now, my family lived in the city of Sheboygan. In the early 1960s when I was in first gra…

What is the No. 1 topic most of us talk about, gripe about, joke about, worry about, pray about and occasionally even sing about? Why, the wea…

Ever since I was seven years old, I worked around the farm in my father’s shadow. As a seven year old, the first thing Dad taught me to do was…

Sometimes good luck comes in threes. Christmas of 1953 brought new sleds to me and my two brothers, Phillip and Bob. These sleds were the Flex…

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I was in my teens when this crazy Christmas happened. Now it’s 55 years later, and we still laugh about it. Dad and Mother are gone, but they …

It was Christmas morning the year of 1967 and four-year-old Melissa May was all excited as she sat on the couch with her coat and cap on, anxi…

Remembering back on past Christmas mornings, my mind eventually goes to the time when I was too grown up for Santa Claus but still appreciated…

At Christmas time of 1961, I was living with Mom and Dad and two sisters. We lived in rural Richfield on our family farmstead. My brother Jim …

My wife and I were married in Lima, Peru, in January of 2009 one day before my wife’s birthday. I figured having the two dates together would …

“I’ll hold my breath, you count,” I said, sucking in a huge lungful of air and puffing out my cheeks. My sister knew the drill and she started…

One of the nicest aromas from my childhood was the smell of fresh baked bread on a cold winter’s day. It always seemed that the crust on each …