Silver and Gold
It was Brownie day! Before school, I pulled my Brownie dress over my head and fastened my narrow Brownie belt around my waist. I stuck my toes in my Brownie socks, pulled them over my heels, and pushed my feet…
Category Generation to Generation
You Have to Want to Go There Pretty Badly
On Monday Ray and I headed home from our eighth homeschool convention in ten weeks. This time we were traveling with Nate, Mary Evelyn, and Clara. They had offered our curriculum at the Arizona state convention, while Ray and I…
Happy Daddy’s Day
When I was in high school I wrote an essay about love. I said that the ultimate examples of love in my life were the love of my heavenly Father and the love of my daddy. For the last thirty-four…
Clothespin Dolls and Sandboxes
Miss Frances was one of my special Sunday School teachers. One of my favorite memories of her classroom was the big wooden sandbox table.  With a little imagination, a sandbox became a Middle Eastern landscape. It’s easy to share sandbox…
Tickled Mamas
My grandmother and great-grandmothers on my daddy’s side were all called Mama Something. Daddy’s mother was Mama Sue; his two grandmothers were Mama Boyd and Mama Head. I loved all of them very much. A special memory of Mama Sue…
A Trip Around the World
Africa, Antarctica, Papua New Guinea–these were the places where we “traveled” on Wednesday afternoons, courtesy of an elderly gentleman in our congregation. When Ray preached in Cookeville, Tennessee, we became quick friends with one of our elders, Ray Kinslow, a…