I hunkered down in the library, ready to view a treasury of material I’d just found: Period magazines that catered to farm women as an audience. If you’ve never had an opportunity to look through perfectly preserved period archives, I…
I hunkered down in the library, ready to view a treasury of material I’d just found: Period magazines that catered to farm women as an audience. If you’ve never had an opportunity to look through perfectly preserved period archives, I…
I was glad to see Rebecca’s post on my new book, More than a Farmer’s Wife: Voices of American Farm Women, 1910 to 1960. I especially appreciated that it resonated so deeply with her and her experiences as a farmer’s…
I said I was going to write a review of Amy Mattson Lauters’ latest book, More Than a Farmer’s Wife. But I’m not going to do that after all. You see, the book resonated with me so much that something…
Laura said it far better than I could, so I decided to let her words stand yesterday, for Memorial Day. But I could not help but reflect yesterday about those no longer with us. The threads of this post may…
One of the first of the Laura crafts I tried was the nine-patch quilt. I belong to a family of quilters, so that choice may have been pre-ordained. It’s a simple pattern: nine squares of fabric stitched together in a…
I don’t remember how old I was, but I remember the heat of sun, blazing down on my young skin, soaking into me, as I frantically licked a freezer pop to keep it from melting in an icky, sticky mess…
When Laura comes down to breakfast on the first of May after the long, hard winter, she comes down singing, and Pa teases her: ”So you’re to be the Queen of May, are you?” Those of us who live in the…
As I savored the rich, lovely brown taste of my mother’s Boston Baked Beans at Easter this year, I had a thought: Did Ma have a bean pot? Like Ma’s family, mine has roots in New England, and one recipe…