Tag Archives: love
IN SICKNESS
I’ve learned the story of why this bike is parked here at Mazie’s house every day for ten hours. Sad, really. Jake is the rider. Jake and Mazie were married for 24 years. They divorced 37 years ago and neither … Continue reading
LIFE, LOVE, LIGHT, LAUGHTER
Thankful for life, love, light, and laughter. Life: My granddaughter had her head on my chest, she smiled and said “I hear your heart.” Isn’t it nice that the heart just keeps doing its job, seldom drawing attention to itself. … Continue reading
HOME WITH SAMMY
TO SAMMY- 66 YEARS OF HOME Home, fortunate to be my pleasant place; my hubby and I talk face to face. Home, all my belongings there I stash; got a lot of stuff, just not cash. Home, cars can park … Continue reading
WHAT WILL THE WHISTLE SAY TODAY?
Feeling chilly Fran put the teapot on and went back to her warm bed. Six years ago Jim bought the whistling teapot. They lay in bed many mornings fitting words to the rhythm of its whistle. Silly things, kiddie things. … Continue reading
ENDURING LOVE
Valley House – this place looked tame compared to the places Alan sometimes found her. Nothing however could take away his love. He relished the love they had shared. He didn’t blame her for trying to escape the horrors of … Continue reading
GEORGIA
Church buildings have changed! Yes, indeed. Church people have changed! Yes, indeed. My granddad spent much of his time and resources building little churches somewhat like this, often in towns on the “wrong side of the track.” These people … Continue reading
HEART STRINGS – Part 2
To my Children from Decades Past: It is comforting to believe some of you remember me. Teachers have egos too. As I said in Part 1, I remember also. I wish it were not so but I admit to remembering … Continue reading
HEART STRINGS – Part 1
School has started. Does a teacher ever not take notice of that fact as the Septembers roll along? The following blog was posted three years ago. Join me in my memories. ************ To my Children in Decades Past: What a … Continue reading
SIZE OF A HOUSE DOES NOT MAKE A HOME
YARD SALE TODAY – ANTIQUES, COLLECTIBLES, MEMORABILIA Someone had hand painted a picture on a mirror. Curious, I picked it up. Note on back: OUR HOME 1928-1936. SHARECROPPED FOR EDWARDS. CYRUS & LUCY BORN HERE. JUDITH LIVED WITH US. HAPPY … Continue reading
THE RUN-AWAY – SOMEBODY’S “PICK”
Okay, friends, there is not really a poster. Sometimes you believe me even when I write fiction so I want to clarify. Just some thoughts coming together with a compassion for run-a-ways and their families. I wrote something recently about … Continue reading
