Mailboxes and trucks
Once upon a time we had our names on our mail boxes and pickup trucks.
I miss both.
I’m not sure what changed in the last...
The next chapter
Our children have all slowly grown into young women and men on our farm. This spring, I have taken note of the growth spurts...
Wearing the iconic blue, corduroy jacket
All through high school I wanted a blue, corduroy FFA jacket.
At the beginning of my senior year – the fall of 1964 – I...
Honoring beef producers
It’s National Beef Month! It’s time to honor our cattle producers and their contributions to the food supply chain and our economy.
According to the...
Spring is the time for renewal and beginning
Everything seems to come awake and alive again on the farm once Arkansas spring finally gets here and decides to stay. We enjoyed all...
We always need rain
Spring has come to the Crawford place. I got home from work one evening, and Bill had mowed the yard; he just couldn’t stand...
Dad time
I used to be amused by Dad’s leisurely daily routine.
“Amused” may be too mild. I sometimes thought it ludicrous. As editor of the newspaper...
Divide and conquer
Northwest Arkansas has been a wonderful place for us to raise our family. My husband grew up here and we love that we have...
Bucket calves
Spring meant bucket calves when I was a boy.
Most folks I know call ‘em “bottle calves” today, because they use mammoth versions of baby...
Days gone by
I recently received a phone call from an old friend. She said she needed a few questions answered for a project and thought I...
