Tag Archives: Rural life

A Walk with Robert

Robert? May I call you Robert? Of course, that is my name; better to call me Robert than Hezekiah, don’t you think? There used to be a farm here, gentle, rolling grass, dandelions, muddy fields and ponds, a firefly show … Continue reading

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“Bus Just Stoppped at Rosebrocks!”

“Bus just stopped at Rosebrocks!” It was the window watcher’s call early on school mornings, when four children were rushing about, gobbling down Corn Flakes, packing lunches, stuffing books in bags, shrugging on sweaters or coats, and running combs or … Continue reading

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Do Hogs Go to Heaven?

  Humid summer mornings were the worst, especially when a slight southwesterly breeze, carried the stench of hundreds of hogs over the mile of fields to our yard from the landlord’s farm.   It was a stifling, oppressive, nauseating smell, … Continue reading

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Creek Walk

All you needed was a pair of water shoes or, in our case, a pair of old sneakers. You didn’t mind getting soaked. From there, you just rolled up your pant legs, if you weren’t already wearing shorts, or cut-off … Continue reading

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Sticks

It is not lost on me that I grew up in the sticks, live in the suburbs, and work in the city. It has been more thanthirty-five years since I lived in the countryside, with the closest neighbor on any side … Continue reading

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