My mother went to a one-room country school when she was growing up during the Great Depression. The school had one teacher who taught all eight grades.

I greatly appreciate all the readers I have from across the nation and other countries of the world. I count it a privilege to be able to write. I’m so glad the Lord can use somebody like me to bless other people in this way. In doing so, I am greatly blessed.

With the winter season nearly behind us now, it’s nice to have spring finally arriving again.

I remember back many years ago to a very special time in my life: Feb. 14, 1989. It was Valentine’s Day, and it was the third month that I had been dating a very beautiful, godly lady named Joanne.  

We have an old, two-story dairy barn on our farm that was built in 1933. The bottom story is where we have our dairy cows, along with some calves. The second story is where we store our baled hay and cornstalk bedding.

It was a beautiful day; I was out chopping second-crop hay, and it was the last load for the day. I had just one more day of chopping to go, and then we would be all done with the second-crop harvest.

As I sit here and write this, a very special day is coming up for us soon. It will be our wedding anniversary.

We had a surprise a little while back, new visitors – or maybe I should say new residents – living on our farm.