July 31, 2015 The outside of the bucket was a dull and faded yellow.  The cracked paint made it look old and crusty.  The inside

August 4, 2015 Preface Walking beans and pulling weeds was part of life on an Iowa farm.  It wasn’t a fun time but my brother

March 22, 2016 Preface My father saw no reason my broken ankle should allow me to quit working around the farm.  Things changed when the

February 15, 2016 Preface When my dad, Galen (Fritz), my Aunt Garnett, and my Uncle Art were in their eighties they wrote stories about growing up

February 15, 2016 Preface In our youth, the squabbles between my brother and I resulted in lots of bumps, bruises, mercurochrome, and a bandaid.  Things

March 22, 2016 Preface This is a story about my father’s family improvising, adapting, and overcoming a situation on the farm.  It is not untypical