Frank About Family Farms

I like to think our family farm is cool. And it was, but not like this one. I'm no fool. It takes lots of work to keep it up, more than a mule? Family spending time together is the best tool.

Oh, that our farm could have looked like this one from the internet. It is a mirage. Buildings weather, animal pens need mucking, weeds grow, implements wear out and if your are not vigilant, a farm can quickly look run down. Ours does. After Dad died it went from bad to worse. But we still own it and dream about the times we worked the land, fixed the breakdowns, milked the cows and now love every minute that we hated it.

Photo Finish Frenzy

Getting a family photo is very rare. To be dressed and ready with well combed hair. Mostly it's a battle to get everyone there. So these folks get a star. I'm glad to share.

Harder than pulling teeth is my experience to have a full family photo. Of course, Paula's gang has a few missing. Beautiful, nonetheless. The larger the family the harder it is to achieve the impossible. Why then did I see a fifty plus group setting, with every person color coded and smiling at a friend's house? Must have bribed them or threatened within an inch of their lives.

Maybe you are more successful than I am.

Quilting the Sacred Grove

Grandma Eugenia Crane was a quilting queen. She could sew up a patchwork quilt so mean. They came in colors of red, blue, and green. This of the Sacred Grove would show her love lean.

At the Springville quilt show, this quilt won honors of the Sacred Grove. The pieces of fabric painted and matched to look like trees in the forest. Grandma would love it. It was my favorite one too.