The feeling of an icy finger running down my back wasn’t due to a thrilling mystery book. It was due to my opening the back door this morning. Cold! Frost decorates the roofs of my neighbors’ houses. The thermometer plummeted to thirty-one degrees. Yesterday’s wind blew the leaves into funny swirls and patterns. The […]
Feb 24, 2017
The Intriguing Mystery of History
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Old houses fascinate me. If they could talk, what stories they would tell of the people who have lived within their walls, of the good times and bad, of historic changes they’ve witnessed. Old houses are a part of history and I like to dig out the mysteries within them. For a time, quite a […]
May 10, 2016
What Were Her Dreams Made Of?
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Her name was Lydia and I can imagine family and friends called her “Lyddie.” She was my grandmother’s grandmother. Born in 1823, she was a widow who lived by herself on her farm in Georgia. Recently, I read copies of letters she wrote to her daughter, Tep, and to her granddaughter, Edna. One letter is dated 1890. Dear […]
Sep 9, 2015
Elastic Circles
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Do I have a circle of friends? Hmm? I don’t know. Circles are a round, closed line. That sounds pretty cut and dried, doesn’t it? I guess if I have circles of friends, the circle is elastic, it stretches to include more and more and in no way keeps anybody out; only invites others in. […]
Feb 3, 2015
Squealing Pigs and Schoolhouses
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I am prone to complain about the cold weather which is a silly and useless thing to do. My house is warm; I don’t have to get up early to milk cows or take care of the outdoor stock and I don’t have to build a fire in the fireplace to get the house warm. […]
Aug 24, 2014
A Page from the Past
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Most distances are counted in miles but the trip I took yesterday was not in miles but it was backward in years; well over a hundred of them. Richard and Linda asked me to accompany them to a scenic spot over in the great state of Oklahoma. I’d like to tell you a little about it. The […]
