Many questions surrounded the Amelia Earhart Festival this year because of the prior pandemic, Country Stampede, and headliners backing out of the LakeFest, but it seemed for every downside there was a better upside. The crowds were manageable, and people were polite, interested, and engaged…
The past couple of weeks I had the privilege of attending several Farm Bureau events in person — Big Tent Reunions, Summer Summit and Young Farmers and Ranchers Leaders Conference — without masks, and it was awesome. This isn’t a statement about restrictions, masks or vaccinations, it is a s…
The sight of equipment moving down the road can be an awesome sight. It’s also one that can be nerve wracking for the equipment operator and those who meet that equipment on the roadway.
MANHATTAN – The Fourth of July may be a fun and noisy celebration for many people, but a Kansas State University veterinarian says not the case for some pets.
“It is a truth universally accepted that a farmer in want of good conversation must remark on the weather.” For anyone who is not a fan of Jane Austen, I should explain that the previous statement is a bit of a play on the opening of her famous novel “Pride & Prejudice.”
Thirteen men have served their country as the President of the United States since 1943.
I met with Patty Boldridge Wednesday afternoon to snap a real quick picture and talk about Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall.
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do as a journalist was report the plane crash on Sunday, July 16, that claimed the life of Atchison resident Bethany Root.
If you told eighth-grade Zach that he’d be signed up to run a half marathon in 2017, he’d laugh right in your face. And yet, here he is, however many years later, earnestly preparing for a 13.1-mile race.
I’ve lived the last year of my life convinced that I was maliciously lied to by a stranger who I met on a trail in the river bluffs last New Year’s Day. Some of you might remember that story: It was almost dark on New Year’s Day 2016 when I convinced myself I was lost on some rogue trail in …
Except for the snow and low position of the mercury, I seem to be rebounding from my recent broken arm and split head. Unless you count my run-in with the washer last weekend.
If you’re a reader of this column, you know it hasn’t been printed for several weeks. I’m sorry about that. Reason is, I took a short trip.
Strange and wonderful moments I remember during my long and somewhat colorful life:
Now that they’re getting older, my great grandchildren are actually listening to me.
Life as we know it has basically changed. I have begun keeping my door locked, fearful of allowing anyone in unless I can ID them through the peephole. Then only if I know them, and even if they are wearing a mask, like the Schwan’s man, even with a mask, I can recognize my family.
When does parenting get easier? Just when I exhale and stop worrying about one child, another one is waiting in the wings to surprise me with something.
Depending on whom you talk to in my family, any one of them would say I like our house in order at all times. I can get a bit obsessed with this. I don’t like clutter, which I define as anything left out that is currently not being used.
There are several remote controls in our house. We even have the kind that is supposed to be “universal,” so essentially we would only need one. That isn’t the case. They all seem to only have one function no matter how we program them.
I had to psych myself up to get back in the car this summer for another road trip. It goes without saying that children in a car for any extended period of time results in crankiness, hunger and boredom. Ever since the size of my family grew, we began to drive everywhere. After we had our fi…
Gathering around the dinner table to share a meal and conversation with my family is one my favorite things we do together. With children ranging in age from 8 years old to 20 years old, the range of topics is wide and sometimes changes quickly.
Being a farmer’s daughter all my life, there is one thing that holds constant agriculture production is a like a game of chance.
If I’ve heard some adages of wisdom once, I estimate I’ve heard them numerous times throughout my lifetime before I ever sat down to write a column.
The very weird weather patterns this year have adversely affected our outdoor areas along our little sliver of pie-shaped green space at our house.
Throughout my 60-plus years of living my life experiences have taught me a lot. Like most people I’ve had my shares of joys and heartaches.
Eighty years ago, Amelia Earhart came to town, and to many area people it was a very big deal. I will even venture to say some residents might even remember the day they saw Amelia Earhart in person.
Except for the snow and low position of the mercury, I seem to be rebounding from my recent broken arm and split head. Unless you count my run-in with the washer last weekend.
If you’re a reader of this column, you know it hasn’t been printed for several weeks. I’m sorry about that. Reason is, I took a short trip.
Strange and wonderful moments I remember during my long and somewhat colorful life:
Now that they’re getting older, my great grandchildren are actually listening to me.
Life as we know it has basically changed. I have begun keeping my door locked, fearful of allowing anyone in unless I can ID them through the peephole. Then only if I know them, and even if they are wearing a mask, like the Schwan’s man, even with a mask, I can recognize my family.
Though almost two-thirds of Kansas voters voted to protect choice, the minority will not accept the results. Kansas will become a target for attack for being a destination of compassion and a refuge for the women coming from other states. This minority’s message will be wrapped in a cloak of…
Putting aside the question of whether abortion is right or wrong, what does proposed amendment HCR 2003 (Value Them Both) mean for Kansas women and children? What does the bill actually say?
To my Black Brothers & Sisters (and anyone else who wants to listen)—why I encourage you to vote YES on the Value Them Both amendment on August 2:
On June 25 and June 26 I led a group of Model A Fords on a weekend trip to Atchison from southern Iowa. I’m a native of the area, growing up across the river in Winthrop and going to school at Trinity Lutheran grade school and graduated from Atchison High in 1957. I’m writing to tell you wha…
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