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
Is it time yet? Is it time? Yes, it’s time to recharge the old or get new batteries for the weather radio and to make sure it is functioning p…
“Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” At our house in the city of Sheboygan in the 1940s, no question about it, it was the chicken.
Many of us remember when backyards didn’t have fences and no one called 911 if a kid was playing in their yard. We rode our bikes everywhere a…
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 …
Oak Grove School was one of 115 one-room country schools in Crawford County, Wisconsin, in the 1940s and 1950s. Oak Grove School sat two miles…
A previous yarn about the proliferation of cheese factories in Manitowoc County in the early 20th century brought back some interesting memori…
The weather outside was frightful, but getting out of school would be delightful.
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…
Editor’s note: This yarn is divided into two parts. Part one ran in the Feb. 19 edition of The Country Today.
Editor’s note: This yarn is divided into two parts. Read next week’s edition for part two.
Editor’s note: When I began publishing excerpts from my great-grandfather’s farm diaries several months ago, I mentioned that all 60-plus volu…
A snowball fight was a big winter thrill in the 1950s and 1960s at Oak Grove School two miles northwest of Seneca, Wisconsin, in the heart of …
My father came from a large family of 10 boys, with a sister for each, and grew up on a dairy farm atop the Niagara Escarpment in Calumet Coun…
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…
Years ago I was glancing through an old family photo book and ran into a Kodak of my father Harold when he was a Roaring Twenties teenager sit…
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 …