Once the hubbub of the holidays was over and the cold, long days of winter had slid in, the Johnson farm at Rural Route #1, Box 100, Clinton, …

Dairy farming in Wisconsin has undergone a slow transition over nearly two centuries. At first the family cow or cows were the responsibility …

Parking lot packed. Gymnasium overflowing. Out of place parents holding their winter coats under their arms. We stood scanning the hard floor …

Editor’s note: In the spirit of the secret Santa tradition, the author of this Christmas Memory has been allowed to remain anonymous.

I could hear the howling of the wind as it blew so hard that no one could see the barn from the house. The below zero temperatures made it alm…

Christmas for me as a kid was all about the magic. The vision of seeing Santa, his reindeer and sleigh flying across the starry night sky on D…

In northwest Wisconsin, heavily falling snow with a forecast for more throughout Christmas Eve was a big disappointment. Especially for me, on…

When I was a kid, Christmas did not arrive until Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve precisely, not the week before, certainly not a month before. My…

We were at a church luncheon a few years ago. A lady leaned forward and asked, “I know you grew up on a farm. What are some of your most memor…

While journeying throughout the Midwest and southern United States recently, I couldn’t help but notice the towering power lines extending fro…

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Shocking corn on the 238-acre Scheckel farm near Seneca in the heart of Crawford County was a demanding job in the mid-1950s.

The fall of 1963 brought to close a summer of being deployed to Camp A.P. Hill, Virginia, for 5 months temporary duty. Otherwise I was station…

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…

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…

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“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…

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Editor’s note: This is part two of three of this story. See last week’s The Country Today for part one.

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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…