I am reminded this windy March morning that waiting for spring to come was probably the greatest test of my patience back in the Good Old Days. With the imminent arrival of the vernal equinox, I was constantly looking for the signs of spring.
Our April Issue
OUR FORDSON TRACTOR
Progress didn't necessarily guarantee perfection.
THE RAIN BARREL
The other night I turned on the local TV news and learned, to my surprise, that rain barrels are now illegal in the state of Colorado.
REMEMBERING EASTERS PAST
When I reminisce about the Good Old Days in the 1950s, I remember Easter as being a favorite holiday for our family when we were living in Onalaska, Wis.
Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
Grandma Stamps' brother, Sherman Blevins, was more than a great-uncle to me. He was a "great uncle" as well -- a man I idolized. Being my grandmother's brother meant he was considerably older than my other uncles. By the time I was old enough to spend time with him, he was retired, so he could dote a bit on me.
Remembering Easters Past
When I reminisce about the Good Old Days in the 1950s, I remember Easter as being a favorite holiday for our family when we were living in Onalaska, Wis. The Saturday before Easter, the children would pull out from Mom's closet their previous year's Easter baskets to get them ready for the Easter bunny to fill.
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