Why look back? It’s what’s ahead that we have to deal with. Sometimes, we should take a look back to see what decisions we made were good for our future, and the decisions that we maybe made a little too

I often get asked a question that relates to agriculture. Last week I was asked “do they add palm oil to the butter to make it hard?” My quick answer; “butter is guaranteed to contain only milk fat, a little

Farmers forget that most consumers are three or four generations away from the farm. When I was a kid, 70 years ago, everybody knew a brother, uncle, or grandfather who lived on a farm. Seventy years ago, 90 per cent

Last week we received our first 2023 Christmas letter. First thought was we didn’t do anything special this year. Second thought was it was a pretty good year. When in the rest of the world there was out-of-control forest fires,

When I was a kid going to school, history was not my best subject. At 10 years old I had a hard time getting excited about what happened thousands of years ago. I couldn’t understand why we spent many of

Every now and again a friend will quietly take me aside and say “I want to ask you a stupid question.” First of all, a teacher of mine once told me “there is no such thing as a stupid question,

One of the first toys that a child usually gets is a container with different shaped holes in it. From before kids can talk, they learn that you cannot put a square block in a round hole, or a triangular

Ever since the beginning, men have taken the lead position in most positions of guidance. In some countries even today, girls receive very little education, are never elected to a position of power, are not allowed to drive a car,

Ask any hunter that makes the yearly trip to hunt. The first training for a hunter is “if you are lost, fire three shots in the air.” If no response, then fire three more shots shortly after. This is a

Some 70 years ago after our family had built the new loose housing dairy barn on the hill behind the house, but kept the dry cows and heifers in the old red barn across the road (#8 highway) and the