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Christmas is the most wonderful season of the year. After we celebrate Thanksgiving and give the Lord thanks for His many blessings and provisions over the past year, we start to prepare to celebrate Jesus’ birthday.
For years here, we worked with our neighbors in putting up our high-moisture corn to feed to our cattle. They had a combine and two good-sized grain trucks, and I had a tractor and roller mill we used to fill our corn silo with.
My dad, Earl Heck, was born and raised on a small farm in Wisconsin. There, his parents taught him hard work and responsibility. As a boy, things were hard, since the country was in the Great Depression.
There are many, many voices crying out in our world today, telling us which way we should go. These voices come from our schools, universities, governments and news sources, as well as many other places.
My grandfather, George A. Elbert, was born in 1888 on a small farm in Wisconsin. Growing up and then even as an adult, he farmed most of his life using horses.
Christmas is a very special time of the year when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Savior of the world. It’s a time of fellowship and love, and the giving of gifts one to another.
I had a problem here when it came to putting up hay off of my clover field: mad hornets. My clover field has a woods on the south side of it. Along the edge, there were some weeds and brush some hornets started to build a hive in.
