I don’t remember the first time I met Wilma Hobbs. But I do remember the first time I met Bernard. We had gone out to Hobbs Home Center to pick up something for the farm, not long after Jimmy and I got engaged. As we were leaving Bernard said to me “welcome to the family”. … [Read more…]
I was asked a question yesterday that I didn’t know the answer to. I don’t think anyone has asked me the question before. I was asked how many volunteers do we have to put on the St. Jerome Fancy Farm Picnic. I had to scratch my head and think about that one. I truly don’t … [Read more…]
I’m here to tell you that you need to get ready. We’re getting ready to get hit. No, it’s not another hurricane coming through. No, it’s not another thunderstorm, although I’m sure we’re going to get more of those. No, it’s not an earthquake. We’re getting ready to get hit with everybody and their brother … [Read more…]
I was not born in Fancy Farm but I got here as soon as I could. Fr. Darrell said this years ago on a day just like any other day in Fancy Farm. I have often thought the same thing. I first came to the farm when I was 19. I started coming back every … [Read more…]
A rewrite of A Visit from St. Nicholas with sincere apologies to Clement Clarke Moore T’was the night before the Picnic, when all through the town Not a politician was stirring, not even an aide; The aprons were hung by the door with care, Knowing that the next morning they’d be grabbed with other … [Read more…]