Was Yours the Perfect Turkey?
I had been 21 years old for 25 days when I married Ray in 1974. I joined him in Lexington, Kentucky, where he was working on his Masters in history. We were about four hours away from my folks and…
I had been 21 years old for 25 days when I married Ray in 1974. I joined him in Lexington, Kentucky, where he was working on his Masters in history. We were about four hours away from my folks and…
Do you ever have days that don’t turn out exactly the way you planned them? I had a really wild one of those last week! Got a few minutes for me to tell you about it? At about 8:45…
When my friend Olive and I pulled onto Main Street in Springfield, Tennessee, last Friday, I thought of Mother and Daddy’s story about the South Side Drug Company and decided to drive by. To my surprise, a sign on the…
One of our granddaughters and I recently had a tea party. Pink is her favorite color, so we used pink cups and saucers and a pink tablecloth. I put dates, dried apricots, chocolate chunks, animal crackers, and two squares of…
I was about 21 years old when I first heard that some women purposely include a mismatched square when making a quilt as their way of acknowledging that only God can make something perfect. I assure you that I don’t…
Ray and I returned home yesterday afternoon after a trip. When Google maps showed the off-highway route only 40 minutes longer than the Interstate, we decided it was worth the extra time to avoid busy I-75. I enjoyed the sights…