Caleb Jones

Reliability: Not for sale

Reliability: Not for sale

As a teenager growing up in Moniteau County the car you drove certainly was a status symbol. After spending countless summers, nights and weekends cutting wood, hauling hay and cleaning hog barns, I got my hands on what I consider the holy grail of all cars: a 1964...

New year, new ways

New year, new ways

New year, new you. When we hang the new calendar — and mine is a kitten calendar courtesy of my daughter, Charlie — it’s considered a time to move on from the old year. You might even want to put those 2021 calendars in the recycling bin, never to be considered again....

Traditions, old and new

Traditions, old and new

For many of us this holiday season will mark the return of celebrating with the family and friends we’ve been missing since the pandemic began. The annual Christmas gathering has always been a major event for my family. It was so important that even when I lived in...

More than lights — it’s life

More than lights — it’s life

We had quite the situation at our house this past weekend. Max and Charlie’s Aunt Hali and Uncle Wes were in town for a Mizzou game. When we got back to the house, they convinced Max, 8, to watch a Halloween horror movie. Not surprisingly, my daughter, Charlie, who is...

Who’s gonna fill their shoes?

Who’s gonna fill their shoes?

I was heading south on Interstate 55 when the country music station I tuned in played a familiar song. It was George Jones singing “Who’s Gonna Fill Their Shoes?” The Possum’s sad ballad was an appropriate song for the event I was attending at the request of...

More than a teacher

More than a teacher

This week my kids got postcards telling them who their teacher would be for the coming school year. It took me right back to my days as a Clarksburg C-2 Bulldog. My teacher for most of my formative years was Nancy Hartman, who had a huge influence on my life. Between...

See you at the state fair

See you at the state fair

For a farm kid, this is the best time of year. The ponds and creeks are the ideal temperature to jump in. There’s a chance the square bales you’re hauling are straw, not alfalfa. But best of all, it’s fair season. When it was fair season at the Jones Farm, that meant...

The quality-of-life business

The quality-of-life business

My wife likes to give me a hard time for being so giddy when holidays come around. In my opinion, holidays were created for celebrating, even if that means putting on my old beat-up Easter Bunny costume or dressing as a leprechaun to hand out gold coins at Max and...

Fast, cheap and good

Fast, cheap and good

About the time my brother, Clayton, graduated high school and went to Mizzou, my dad figured out that the free labor he had been enjoying on the farm was coming to an end. Like every farmer who has had to face this, he made the decision to trade in the square baler...

It’s all for the kids

It’s all for the kids

It was one of those sunny days this past month when I decided my kids should learn how to ride a bike. After a couple of scraped knees, a few tears and one very tired dad, I realized learning to ride a bike takes more than 15 minutes. I gave up and spent the next...

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