Birds of a Feather
On Saturday morning several members of our family went to a park to walk and play. Squirrels and a chipmunk played in the wooded area between the walkway and the river’s edge. In the water near the bank, I spotted…
On Saturday morning several members of our family went to a park to walk and play. Squirrels and a chipmunk played in the wooded area between the walkway and the river’s edge. In the water near the bank, I spotted…
A couple of weeks ago, a friend and I took a quick road trip to Arkansas–seven hours there on Tuesday and seven hours back on Wednesday. Our main reasons for going were to visit her daughter and to visit and…
When we were newly married, Ray and I met a couple at church. The Mrs. was the first person I remember meeting who was “into” healthy living. This was something of a curiosity to us back in 1976. One day…
Don’t ask me what this photographer was aiming at when he took this picture, but here we are, Mother, Steve, and me, in front of Boyd’s Market. I must have been about six years old. I’m sure that Mother had…
When I was a girl, I went to Daddy Leland’s grocery store almost every day. I felt at home all over the store–in the aisles where Daddy put up stock, at the checkout stand with Earlene the checker, in the butcher department with…
Broken windows, scratched car doors, missing shed roofs, lawns scattered with debris–stuff like that can wait. Last Friday morning, we surveyed our storm damage, left almost every bit of it lying where it was, and left town. Sometimes you just…