Honor to Whom Honor–with Joy
On Sunday afternoon, the parking lot was packed when Ray dropped Mother and me off at the meeting room where we sometimes attend the Little Opry. A man in a VFW hat stood at the door handing out American flags. We…
On Sunday afternoon, the parking lot was packed when Ray dropped Mother and me off at the meeting room where we sometimes attend the Little Opry. A man in a VFW hat stood at the door handing out American flags. We…
Five years, one month, and one day ago, our daughters Bethany and Mary Evelyn were in Leipzig, Germany, with their friends Annalisa and Rosemary. Bethany and Mary Evelyn had been to Germany several times to assist Annalisa and Rosemary’s parents and…
Today is my little brother’s birthday. On this date back in 1956, Daddy, Mama, and I lived near the intersection of a state highway and an old country road in rural Cheatham County, Tennessee. Daddy Leland had recently built his modern grocery…
When Granville, Tennessee, hosts its spring festival each year, shuttle buses come to town to transport many of the 8,000 attendees from the grassy parking lot outside of town. When it’s time for the fall festival in October, the buses return to shuttle the 3,000…
Abolitionists are gathered for a meeting in the Phillips home. The complacent Christian that Adelaide Walker had talked to under her umbrella is a visitor tonight. Adelaide stands on a stool to tell the group about her recent narrow escape. Two slave…
On a Cincinnati street, slave catchers talk about why slaves keep coming when so many get sent back. They also discuss the $500 reward for a man and a boy who have run away and the $3,000 reward offered for the…