Opinion

Fresh from the Hen House

My life feels as messy as our deteriorating road from all this rain. It’s smooth for a while, then there are all these ruts you’ve got to get through. Then, all of a sudden, it’s slick and sending you in directions you didn’t plan on going. And if you don’t keep going, you’re, well, more stuck than a goat with its head through the fence. Throwing mud routes in with all the other activities of the past couple weeks has been a little more juggling than I want to do, but we’re slowly sludging through it all.

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Fresh from the Hen House

As a mother, the most important job to me is raising my children. I believe it is far more difficult today to raise good, kind human beings because of what they are exposed to and the state of the world. You can’t control it all, but as a parent, I will control what I can and my kids have no choice on certain decisions.

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Fresh from the Hen House

Living out of town, it’s sometimes hard to arrange to have several of the kids’ friends over all at once. Even more challenging these days is working around everyone’s schedules. My oldest doesn’t ask for much for her birthday, or ever, so when she said a handful of her friends could actually come over Friday evening, I stopped, dropped everything else, and baked a whole slew of hamburger buns and a carrot cake. The schedules were free, but of course, the weather was wet, and wet weather makes it even harder to get anyone to our house. My husband got handed the job of picking up and dropping off, as no one’s parents needed to attempt our road, this wet year has done a number on it. He said both times he took our corner he heard the words “Tokyo drift” from one of the girls as the pickup uncontrollably slid its back end around the corner while he crept forward through the slick, deep mud.

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The History Road – The John and Dorothy Bowlby Lanning Series

Arrangements for the Sunday, August 19, 1956, annual Lanning Picnic were made by Lanning Descendants Opal Henry and Blanche Lukert. The temperature the morning of the event was an unusual 53 degrees and so the picnic was moved into one of the shelter houses at Sycamore Springs. Having attended many of these picnics, I remember because of the inclement weather that a lot of them were held in shelter housing as well as the Sycamore Springs Hotel Cafe and few were actually held outdoors. In fact, the only Sycamore Springs Lanning Picnic picture I possess is one taken outdoors.

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Fresh from the Hen House

We had some of my husband’s family and their children stay this past weekend. They live back where my husband is from, the city (this is where my husband corrects me and says “the suburbs, not city” and then I shake my head, as I think it’s all pretty much “the city”). So, we had two extra kids in our house around our own kids’ age, but from very different lives. We didn’t do anything special really, just shared our life with them.

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The GOAT

It’s true that here at Beyond Reason, we occasionally make fun of things. Bunting. Cornhole. My seven-year-old daughter. But perhaps the leitmotif — the running joke readers have come to expect — is on pickleball.

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