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Loggers Are Heroes

Written By: Wendy Farrand A hint of daylight seeps through the wooden blinds as I rise from my cherry bed, and go down the old pine stairs to the kitchen to make my husband’s lunch. Holding onto the oak banister, I make my way slowly as my muscles wake up....

The Day Before Christmas, A Logger’s Tale

By Wendy Farrand T’was the DAY before Christmas, when all through the woods, Not a creature was stirring, all asleep like they should. The skidders were parked on the landing with care, In hopes that their operators soon would be there. The cutters were nestled all...