We take so much for granted, don’t we? On Facebook yesterday, I re-posted what someone else said about Grandmas making each grandchild feel that he or she was her favorite. Two of my nieces commented that was how my mom, their grandmother, made them feel. And, I agreed. Yes, she loved each grandchild for his or her individuality, uniqueness […]
Aug 21, 2015
One of a Kind
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William McKinley was President when my dad, Robert Bryan Day, was born. People got from place to place by train or horse and wagon or riding horseback or they walked. At least, that was true of the Day family in rural Arkansas. Dad saw many, many changes during his eighty-eight years on this earth, from […]
Jul 18, 2015
Who Is In the Boat With You?
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The storm crashed against the wooden fishing boat. Waves tossed it, rolling it nearly on its side. The men inside clung to whatever they could find, terror-stricken. Up on the crest of a wave they flew, then down into a trough, heavy seas around and above them. Lightning split the inky sky, and wind shrieked louder […]
May 18, 2015
Echoes from the Past
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The little chapel was empty yesterday, so I slipped in, walked to the old upright piano at the front of the room and sat down on the bench. Putting my hands on the keys, I played On Jordan’s Stormy Banks. It’s an old hymn, not sung any more but very much a part of church […]
May 8, 2015
Overcrowding
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Just think of it–when a person reaches my age, what a large amount of experiences and wisdom said person gains! All of it finds a little nook or cranny in my brain and lodges there. The longer one lives, the more experiences and wisdom, the more nooks and crannies are bulging with neat stuff. What to do with it? […]
May 6, 2015
Moody Wednesday
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If Wednesday were a person, she would be in a dark, pensive mood today. Clouds hover over the tree tops, rain drips onto an over-turned bucket. A breeze meanders through soggy leaves. Sometimes I too am moody. Gloomy thoughts come calling and it’s hard to get them to leave. I don’t want anyone to tell […]
