As twilight slips in and throws long shadows across the lawn, I’m reminded of how days ended a long time ago when I was a child. At the same time each evening, the cows would amble across the pasture toward the barn. It was milking time. Mom would have supper on the stove and Dad […]
Oct 11, 2022
An Open Book?
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Sometimes, I think of life as a story that’s being told. Parts of it might be exciting, parts of it, sad. Parts of fun and parts are painful. Life is not all one thing. Mysteries, tragedies, humor, romance, adventure, and just day-to-day living are all a part of this life story. I don’t think it’s […]
Aug 10, 2020
That’s America to Me
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My grandparents once owned a store and lived in a house across the road. The house and store are gone now, but the memories of it still survive. I remember being in it as a child and it seemed awfully big, dark, and exciting. The candy counter and the bright-colored sweets with the scales my […]
Jul 25, 2020
Brewers of Coffee
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The first thing I do each morning after feeding Nemo is make a pot of coffee. Some of my fondest memories center around cups of coffee and the people who brewed them. I guess a person’s mother is always the yardstick by which everything else is measured, but really, my mother could make the most […]
Sep 8, 2019
Perfection
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Have you ever wondered about the way the earth must have been, just as the Lord made it, before Adam and Eve sinned and were cast out of the Garden? It surely was beautiful and peaceful; exciting, yet safe. We still glimpse it in the majesty of mountains, the purity of the first snowfall, […]
Aug 12, 2019
The Gold at Day’s End
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
