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Our middle child Raychel, the girl loves showing. She loves being in the showring. She loves her show heifers. She loves the hard work and time she has to dedicate to it. (Well maybe that last part isn't so true.) Showing livestock is hard work and you have to be...
Hello from the Rural America Girls...and boys.
Raychel and I are very excited to take on this divinely inspired endeavor together. A new venture off into the sunset together at last. Onto the trails of pressing T-shirts, dreaming up cute designs, making jewelry, staying up late, and...
One thing you should know about my family...they love Roping Steers, calves, goats, dogs, chickens, my feet...the fact is there is always a loop swinging. They love to rope. It doesn't matter if it is in an arena, in a garage, on a horse, on foot, in the barn, in the house...okay I...
Breaking out of the box or breaking the barrier is not what you want to happen at a rodeo. It will cost you 10 seconds...not good when you're trying for a winning time.
Sarah is in the box ready to rope but they don't turn the steer out until she gives them the nod, no, not...
For the past few days, my daughters and I have been working on a very important official book. The FFA Official Scrapbook. If you’re not familiar, then please allow me to explain.
For the past five years, my daughter Raychel has been a member of the FFA—Future Farmers of...
Hello, it's Lisa, Rural America Girl, and I would like to share a story called Wind Roll.
I was raised on a dirt road and grew up on a farm in rural America. I spent the majority of my summer days in the hay field watching my dad and grandpa rack and bale up hay.
I loved to ride on the...
I believe it is important to help nurture your child's gifts and talents. This is my son Wade.
He loves everything hunting, fishing, and camo. He is very creative in fact, all three of my children are very talented. Here they are together...
One day, I found Wade in his room creating this...
Some of my fondest childhood memories were made watching the tractors spit out the big round bales of hay and sometimes square ones. I loved the smell of freshly mowed hay... until the hay fever kicked in but it didn't stop me from watching. My family has always baled...
