I was going through old photos and came across this little tidbit I hadn’t seen before that my mother wrote for a newspaper when she was 13 years old.
By the time she was 14, the largest Utah newspaper (some 50 miles away from her home) had hired her as a regular columnist.
Have you been in a conversation lately and heard any rendition of jury-rigged? I was in a conversation the other day when I heard “jimmy rigged” for the first time, so I decided to figure out which one is right …
Our local Farmers’ Market started up again here in my hometown of Moscow, Idaho, and that got me to thinking, do all of you know how wonderful farmers’ markets are?
First of all, they’ve been around forever. Since ancient times, farmers have been selling their produce and other goods to people. But in the last 20 years, there has been a significant resurgence.
Secondly, you can find a farmers’ market in practically every country and every community around the world.
Seriously—mountains, beaches, deserts … anywhere there are things that grow and people who eat.
The best part is the personal touch of a farmers’ market. Here’s what my family would bring in from our garden when I was a kid.
After I grew up (and of course bought a farm) and took my crops to town to be sold, I loved seeing who my veggies were going home with. When I have my consumer hat on, I love meeting the farmer who grows my food.
Buying direct from the person who planted and harvested your food is like …
How about the willywags?
If you’re a rural farmgirl, you likely hail from one of the above. The question is:
Slumgullion (sluhm-guhl-yuhn). Does it mean …
With headlines like “Rare Sightings!” and ”Snowy Owls Seen As Far South As Oklahoma,” I decided I wanted to find one. Popularized by Hedwig in the Harry Potter movies, snowy owls aren’t complete strangers to my region, but this year’s migration has been highly publicized. Taking a tip from a friend, I loaded my camera into my jeep and headed out. Only 15 minutes from my farm …
Every Christmas, we take an extended break at MaryJanesFarm. Sure, it means we miss out on holiday sales but you know what, our employees need a break. We need a break. We’ve been closed for commerce the later part of this past week and we’ll be closed this coming week until the New Year. I grew up in an era and a state that enforced what was called “Sunday Closing Law.” Nothing, I mean nothing was open for commerce on Sundays, not a gas station, nothing. Same with Christmas Eve and what is now called Black Friday. Ever since I left home at age 18, I’ve used my holiday downtime to sort and organize memories, remember, live in the past. Yesterday, while I was in and out of my kitchen, I …
I’m a sucker for old wives’ tales and lore galore. Expressions that have been passed down through the ages are a kick to ponder, and I’ve found there’s often a kernel of truth to be found at the heart of sayings that seem silly or steeped in superstition.
One of the most fun—and most useful—categories of old-fashioned adages is weather prediction. There are probably as many weather proverbs floating around out there as there are snowflakes in a blizzard, don’t you think? Despite the increasing reliability of meteorology, I see no reason why we shouldn’t keep these snippets of time-tested lore aloft. After all, it wasn’t that long ago that people …
In 1969, when the town of Hertfordshire, Great Britain, sent bulldozers to oust May Savidge from her home in order to build a new road, she wasn’t about to go quietly.
Irving Berlin‘s song “Easter Parade” talks about finding yourself in the rotogravure.
“The photographers will snap us
And you’ll find that you’re
In the rotogravure.”
Rotogravure. Merry-go-round? Snooty name for restroom?