This new collection of short pieces by Idora Tucker begins with an essay about Gertrude Cooley, a town girl who married a farmer....

"I recently acquired, and have been reading for the first time, a diary which my mother kept from 1936 through 1940. We were living on a...

How it was done in the 1930s on the Cooley Farm in Randolph Center. By Charles Cooley A typical crew for hauling hay consisted of three...

Gertrude Small was not a farm girl. She grew up in the town of Windsor, Vermont, and was working as a postal clerk in Randolph Center...

By Harry H. Cooley Chapter 4 of Harry's autobiography records his first teaching position, his marriage to Gertrude Small, his job as a...

By Charles Cooley IN AUGUST OF 1941, Justin Tucker, of East Warren, fell off a load of hay and broke his leg. That would not have been of...

A brief mention of "the Sullivan County Farm"in the memoir I'm editing provides a glimpse into how New Englanders used to deal with the...

By Ruth Demarest Godfrey This photo was posted on Facebook last week, and people wanted to know the story behind it. It shows my aunt...

Chapter 3 of Farming, Harry Cooley's autobiography about the Cooley Farm in Randolph Center, which Korongo is preparing to publish later...

By Harry Cooley In 1905, William and Anna Cooley sold the family farm in Georgia, Vermont, and bought another one in an effort to improve...

By Harry Cooley Harry Cooley was my maternal grandfather. His son Charles transcribed the handwritten version of an autobiography that...

John H. Cooley was born in 1929—the youngest of five children—and grew up on the Cooley Farm in Randolph Center, Vermont. John's son Mark...

By John H. Cooley Editor's note: From May 2006 to January 2007, my cousin Dan Cooley edited a blog called The Cooley Farm, where he and...

I learned to harness a team and hitch it to a wagon or other piece of equipment by the time I was 12 years old.

Editor's note: This introduction to the Depression-era diary of Kate Crockett Cooley was written by her son Robert more than twenty years...

By Idora Cooley Tucker My two brothers, Charles and John, were the two youngest in our family of five siblings. Charles is five years...

By Harry Cooley “IT LOOKS LIKE we might get a good run today, Ben“ I said to my helper as we went to breakfast at seven-thirty on March...

In 1910, William and Anna Cooley, my great-grandparents, purchased a farm on the Ridge Road in Randolph Center. The Cooley Farm remained...

For an hour all was well. The sun shone, the fire crackled, the sap bubbled and was duly dipped . . .

Orlando, my Puerto Rican cousin-in-law, stands at the stove, making frittatas and some kind of hash. “Not more food!” cries Aunt Ruth.