A Tattered Book

A Tattered Book

Yesterday, I happened upon a very old diary! It was a 5-year diary and, oh joy! it began in 1953! Can you believe it? I’ve always preferred reading diaries or journals of people who lived through old times because to me those are the truest accounts. This was evidently the journal of a young farm […]

The Older I Get

The Older I Get

the more I value family and friends and life and the less concerned I am about surface stuff,                         …the more I appreciate old values, old friends, old remedies to ills–ills that are physical,  emotional, or spiritual.                 […]

Where Did You Go?

Where Did You Go?

Maybe it’s a sign of my age, or maybe not. At any rate, I think children of today may never know about the personal touch that I used to take for granted. I don’t take it for granted any more, because it is rare. Oh, it’s there, just not as prevalent as it used to […]

Ah, Those Summer Memories!

Ah, Those Summer Memories!

Those summer memories of childhood! I remember running barefoot through tickly grass, walking through dusty places and feeling warm dust puff up between my toes, dancing quickly over rocks that were too hot for lingering.  Summer was hot, but I didn’t mind. It was the way summer was supposed to be. Of course, if we had […]

Sunset Thoughts

Sunset Thoughts

Ambling through my yard just after sunset, I heard a tree frog, a spring peeper,  but I never did see him. These interesting little creatures have big voices. They also employ the subtle art of camouflage, so it’s hard to ever see one. Their feet acting as suction cups, they  stick onto tree bark, houses, […]

Walking Each Other Home

When my mother was a little girl, she walked to visit friends. When it came time for her to go home, her friend would walk her part way. Then, Mom would turn and walk her friend back. I don’t know how long they kept doing this, but, I’m sure, for two little girls, it was […]