Category Archives: change
LEAVE THINGS BETTER
Mr. Jackson was a traditional fellow, practicing things his mother taught, like the Golden Rule and respect the elderly. He also went to schools that studied master poets and writers. He loved old poets, Tennyson, Wordsworth, and Emerson. Mom gave … Continue reading
I’M OLDER THAN … FITTED SHEETS!
I have rid myself of many bed linens. Although I almost always strip the bed, wash and dry the sheets and remake the bed on the same day, I was careful to keep an extra pair of sheets just in … Continue reading
CLAREMORE HOUSE
In 1982 when Sammy and I moved from Okla. City to Claremore, my heart had not quit being a primary school teacher. I left teaching first/second grade to teaching the reading lab in a junior high school. I carried a … Continue reading
NEW BEGINNINGS
THE PARTY’S OVER! And I’m back to normal—good enough for me. I’ll try not to take advantage of my “eighties” excuses. I worried that my huff, bluff, and fluff which included the “ranting about me” might be more than I … Continue reading
BUTTERFLY KINGDOM
A conversation in Caterpillar Lane – Harry: “Hey, Fuzzy, I haven’t seen Leggus lately, have you?” Fuzzy: “Last I saw him, he had crawled into a pine bark and dried up. At least he sure looked dead.” Harry: “That’s bad. … Continue reading
CHANGE
Facebook Status from September 10, 2014 “How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!” (Ps. 139:17 NIV) And listen as God expresses his love in the following picturesque words: “I led … Continue reading
WAIT A LITTLE LONGER, PLEASE
There are three Bradford pear trees on a corner near my home. They are loaded with white blossoms. One of the trees is a little more advanced than the others so the green is overtaking the white. I want … Continue reading
MORE 2nd NIV GRIPES
A way-back-when story. It was about 1953 or 54, the church was raising money for something. Sammy and I had no money but we had just bought our first TV. We decided to give the church the TV so they … Continue reading
MORE HEART STRINGS
The year was 1965 or 66 and I had a class of third and fourth grade students. Our language arts lesson consisted of writing about our class. The students dictated a paragraph which I wrote on the board. They were … Continue reading
PARTING IS SUCH SWEET SORROW
Three? four? weeks I’ve been preparing for a garage sale. I was ready today, but…my husband has the shingles; he hurts too badly to put the signs in the ground, and I can’t push them down enough to stay upright (neither … Continue reading
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