The M

June 2008 Much of the work on my parent’s dairy farm was done with a Farmall M tractor that included a Farmhand F-10 loader. We fed cattle, moved snow, changed storm windows and even painted with the old M. I remember my dad raising the bucket to the top of grain bins or the second…
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The Swingin’ Swede

The title for this week’s column was so easy; I’ve wanted to write about singer Jimmy Jenson for a long time. My dad liked Jimmy Jenson so he was played in a very heavy rotation around our house when I was young. He enjoyed the sort of status normally reserved for Lowell Lundstrom , Tennessee…
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Pickled Eggs

I just ate a pickled egg. It would be sad for me if that was the biggest news I had to report, however every column must start somewhere and this is where mine will begin.   I never knew pickled eggs existed until I was old enough to go to Carpenter’s Corner. I never would…
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The Christmas Gift

I get inspiration when I work. No activity is more inspiring than working quietly with cattle; no tractor, no engine noises-just a pitchfork and me. I like to sing, hum or whistle while I work and my recent play list is mostly Christmas music. One of those poorly-sung songs really made me “choke-up” and made…
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Twas All But A Dream

Twas all but a dream We’ve helped my mother in-law decorate her lawn for Christmas for the last several years. This year she did it by herself because her children and children in-laws were busy (and we’re a little lazy.) Anyway, I’ve always written new lyrics to a traditional Christmas song to describe hanging lights…
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