Chapter Four, Shadow on the Rock Miss Georgia knocked on the Stone’s door and heard muttered exclamations inside. She was sure neither James Stone nor his wife was expecting anybody to drop by this late. James opened the door in overalls, shirt, and bare feet. It seemed strange not to see him dressed to the […]
Jul 8, 2020
Chapter Three
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Chapter Three Lathe Caldwell’s visit left Miss Georgia feeling at sixes and sevens. She’d keep busy, bake a pan of cornbread for supper. What would Tommy and Mrs. Marshall have to eat tonight? Did they have food in the house or were they counting on Jase to bring groceries from town? Miss Georgia poked more […]
Jun 17, 2018
My Dad, My Rock
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His character was as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar. He was stubborn and he could be stern. He didn’t talk an awfully lot but he had a keen sense of humor and liked a good joke. And whatever he said, I knew was the truth. The whole world might be wrong, but not my […]
Aug 22, 2013
What Middle Ground?
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Looking back at yesterday’s posting about my dad, I notice I used absolutes a lot: always, never. He was that kind of person. He knew his mind, knew right from wrong and wasn’t into compromise. I did not have to guess about where Dad stood. As I listen and look at the world I live […]
