Tag Archives: childhood

The Country I Grew Up In

Posted on October 30, 2020 by Myrna Folkert

I miss the country I grew up in. I went to elementary school in a tiny Midwest town called Hamilton. Mrs. Ferris sat down on the piano bench after lunch and taught us every word of the Star Spangled Banner … Continue reading →

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

Posted on December 26, 2015 by Myrna Folkert

Gerrit Kleinheksel and his wife Bertha set their minds to building a big sturdy farmhouse in 1905. The deep dark pine was abundant and the fresh scent of sawdust filled the air as the handsaws sliced back and forth. The … Continue reading →

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Happy Birthday Dad

Posted on July 31, 2015 by Myrna Folkert

Dear Dad, Happy Birthday Dad! It would be your 95th birthday today and I am thinking about your past life, and what it would possibly be today. If you wouldn’t have had to begin suffering strokes and then finally die … Continue reading →

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My Dad…

Posted on June 21, 2015 by Myrna Folkert

My dad was a hard-working farmer who loved to talk to people. I can’t remember him ever telling me in words that he loved me. Hugging was also not really done in my family. My old-fashioned Dutch dad was very … Continue reading →

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The Pretty Place

Posted on May 24, 2015 by Myrna Folkert

 The overgrown trail was dotted with purple, white and yellow in the spring. The whole area was called the “gullies.” Grabbing unto tree branches along the way, my senses filled  deeply with the grassy muddy smell. In the famous movie “Chronicles … Continue reading →

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A Harvest Night

Posted on November 22, 2014 by Myrna Folkert

That fall feeling was in the air. The smell of corn husks and leaves. The chill that makes you pull your coat closed. Maybe I was 8 or 9 years old. Often I’d sit on top of the warm pile … Continue reading →

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If a tree could talk, the stories it could tell… Part 2

Posted on October 6, 2014 by Myrna Folkert

That old tree. It held many a child in the length of it’s years…   As long as I can remember, that towering tree spread it’s branches over us. It stood across the street from my own farmhouse. A bunch … Continue reading →

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