Peaches and Fuzz

Peaches and Fuzz

| By Richard Gappmayer, Jennifer’s dad | My father had about five acres of peach trees of several varieties. Each spring, before the blossoms came out, we would prune the peach trees. They had to be pruned quite heavily each spring or they would not produce big...
My (Sort of) Battle with a Skunk

My (Sort of) Battle with a Skunk

| By Alesha Thompson, Jennifer’s sister | On our mini farm in Wisconsin, we have lots of critters. Mostly our awesome tomcat, Pippin, takes care of them—mice, chipmunks, and even rabbits. But there is one critter that even Pippin can’t defeat. We know this...
The Elk Hunt

The Elk Hunt

By Richard Gappmayer, Jennifer’s father In Utah permits to hunt elk were obtained by participating in a lottery. My father would pay the fee, enter the lottery, and hope to draw a permit. To my knowledge he went elk hunting only once. Here is what happened. I...
Surgery on the Cow

Surgery on the Cow

By Richard Gappmayer Years ago bales of hay were secured with wire. Yes, metal wire. One of my father’s cows became sick and would not eat, so he called the veterinarian. The vet thought that the cow might have been poisoned by fragments of this hay baler wire....
German POWs

German POWs

By Richard Gappmayer, Jennifer’s father In previous posting I have discussed experiences with the German WWII POWs. Now the war is over and it is time for them to go home. My father, my sister Beatrice, and I had developed a rapport with these men and were sad...