SIXTY YEARS AGO, up among the New Hampshire hills, lived Farmer Bassett, with a houseful of sturdy sons and daughters growing up about him. They were poor in money, but rich in land and love, for the wide acres of wood, corn, and pasture land fed, warmed, and clothed the flock, while mutual patience, affection, and courage made the old farmhouse a very happy home. Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
Is next week really Thanksgiving? How can November be almost over? Where did the month go? Each and every day time seems to move quicker and quicker, and I find myself wanting to press the pause button. I want more … Continue reading Thanksgiving Blessings