Recipes For Living

I like to write about memories of my farmgirl days right up to now being a  “modern” country woman as my daughter describes me.  What I like to share, is what  I’ve learned along the way. Farm girl, country woman, life  lessons all brought me to where I am today and began in 1962 when I became a farm girl!

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Did you know I’m a true bonafide farm girl? Yep!  In 1962, Mother and Daddy packed up the station wagon,  three kids, a boy and two girl, and a baby on the way. They moved us from Loveland, Ohio—a  suburb of Cincinnati—to the rural farming community of Buford, Highland County, Ohio. It was way out there, an hour’s drive from civilization. But the beauty of it all was Daddy was now fulfilling his childhood dream of being a farmer.

We nestled in that first night in our small,  story-and-a-half white, clapboard sided house situated on a one hundred acre parcel. The rolling green pastures were dotted with black and white dairy cows. It was the biggest backyard I had ever seen.

I didn’t know it then—I  couldn’t have since I was only four,  but that move changed the course of my life forever. Right then and there, I became a farm girl and still am.

Now, all these decades later, I’m writing about years gone by, and those memories gleaned from those years. Lessons I learned along the way.  My antidotes So Here’s the Thing…at the end of my childhood stories in my boo, some say, are endearing. And the stories I share, they say, bring back fond memories of their own rural childhood. And mostly, they say, it brings them joy to read my stories. But I say it brings me more joy to read their comments. Either way, Take Joy!