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Category Archives: Mailboxes & Old Barns
Mailboxes and Old Barns: There’s Always a First Time
Perhaps it was in the evening when Mom said, “Tomorrow you can go up to get the mail by yourself.” Only once in a lifetime does the day come when a thirteen year old farm girl is first told “Tomorrow, … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: Guest Post from my cousin’s writings, about our Grandfather
DRYLANDER’S DREAM, BY A DRYLANDER’S GRANDDAUGHTER “Joannie Girlee” as told by her dear Mother, Esther on July 3, 1993 Fabricated and Filled by Joannie The heat from the sun burned down on the parched earth as Fredrick Hansen scanned his once … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: Barbed Wire
Mailboxes along the roads and old barns set back in fields overgrown with weeds often served as landmarks in rural Montana. These landmarks told us where we were, and how far we had to go. Sometimes they signaled “home” and the end of the road. … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: They Planted Trees and Prayed for Rain
The Colorado blue spruce in the photo below are about twenty years old. This view includes about 20% of our tree line/wind break. These long rows of trees were on the north and east sides of the big farm … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: Sunday Dinner
With or without company, Sunday dinner was a little more — a little more leisurely in terms of the time set aside for enjoying the meal, a little more dressed up, a little more scrumptious on the dessert. And one … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: The Coal Bin
Our coal-burning furnace was a big one. The furnace room in the basement was a closed off, unfinished portion of the basement, about 25 feet X 20 feet with dirt walls, the floor of the big farmhouse overhead, and entered … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: What Generations Thought and Said
Sixty-three years ago, a little country church on the prairie celebrated their 50th anniversary when three generations who had worshiped and matured there returned to sing together, eat together, pray together and remember together. Our mother’s mother Johanna, along with … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: A few of my Dad’s Slides
As I’ve been working with MBOB material over the months, I’ve been trying to learn how to do digital management of Dad’s slides and am slowly getting there. Today’s MBOB is my first venture into “here are some my own … Continue reading →
Mailboxes and Old Barns: Practice Practice Practice
This is not a warm fuzzy of an MBOB although it contains lots of good memories. Disinterest in doing things well or, worse, living in a world where no one expects anything to be done well is where we are … Continue reading →
Remembering our Crocuses
Today’s MBOB is a repeat: one of my personal favorites. —————————————————————————– Gifts for our mothers on Mother’s Day–a rite of spring in the classrooms of the 1950s. I hated it because I wasn’t good with dainty things and had no patience … Continue reading →
