October 1992 marked our first autumn living in Vermont. Up to that point, the farthest east I had been is Washington, D.C., and no farther north than Cooks Forest State Park in western Pennsylvania. But as the leaves began to change in late September and peak in early October, we…
Late in the evening on December 24, 1963, I was supposed to be snuggled up in my bed with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. Well, not really; I had no idea what such things were. Nonetheless, my brother and I were standing at the large, old, single-pane…
On Halloween in 1938, one of the most famous hoaxes was not intended to be a hoax. On the CBS Radio Network’s radio series, The Mercury Theatre on the Air, Orson Welles directed and narrated a radio-adapted script of H.G. Wells’ novel The War of the Worlds. Welles intended to…
I have always lived “in town.” Never in a big city, but in towns with population ranging from 1,700 to 20,000. Because of that, my exposure to the farm and farm animals has been quite limited. In-town parents need to be intentional about getting their children exposed to the farm,…
