Tomorrow is Father's Day. A little tribute to the most special father in my life! Happy Father's Day, Honey! My Hero For mo...

Add one brother and it's pretty close. Not me, but you get the picture. So to speak . . . Eight years ...

Okay, I’m a farm girl! I had never heard of things like this! Sigh . . . I learned to play the guitar when I was twelve. After a...

Okay. Let's see you do this without getting grimy . . . Ranching doesn't encourage cleanliness. You heard it here first. ...

Beware! We were visiting/staying with my husband’s sister. Her home was in the country, surrounded by acres of Adventure. Our kids...

Oh, she only looks innocent... The soft cascade of warm water and sweet-smelling soap caresses the aged body, following every curve. ...

Two sweet faces Occasionally, Moms make mistakes. I just want to get that out there. They do. Not often. But occasionally. M...

A guest post by my Husby, Grant. Meet Daisy. On the farm in the early 1960s, one of the daily chores – actually twice daily, morning ...

A guest post by daughter, Caitlin. In better health... Back in October 2006, I was pregnant with my oldest daughter.  Aside from th...

I loved skiing in my youth, Went a lot, to tell the truth. In solitude , or in a group, I lived to sail and slide and swoop. At t...

Hmmm . . . maybe we can make it work... The Stringam ranch was twenty miles from the nearest bus route. But it still managed t...

A guest post by my baby brother , Blair Stringam. I can call him that because it's my blog... Got grain? While growing up on the ...

What did you do during Spare? Spare. The best part of the school day. The period when one catches  up on things. Gossip. Flirt...

For three wonderful years, we lived in a perfect house. Oh, don't get me wrong, all of our homes have been wonderful. And very com...

Note the pressure 'bob'. It's there for a reason . . . During their early years on the ranch, my parents sponsored several ...