Rules, Rules, Rules
Ray’s Sunday morning lesson prompted me to think about rules. God loves us too much not to give us rules to follow. The same is true for wise mamas and daddies. Don’t go out into the street. Don’t get in…
Ray’s Sunday morning lesson prompted me to think about rules. God loves us too much not to give us rules to follow. The same is true for wise mamas and daddies. Don’t go out into the street. Don’t get in…
My mother was an accomplished seamstress. I was eight years old when she began teaching me to sew on the sewing machine. She helped me make this apron for a 4-H project. When our older daughter, Bethany, got married, Mother…
When I was a little girl, Daddy used to ask me sometimes: “Charlene, do you know what you’re doing?” I must have been one of those dreamy kind of children who need to be called back to reality every now…
Another of the poems in The Little Book of the Past by Josephine Preston Peabody is this one: Making a House First of all, I draw the Smoke Trailing up the sky; Then the Chimney, underneath; And Birds all flying…
Good Morning, Mamas! If you have enjoyed my series on President Coolidge and would like to share the entire series with others, our son John has created a special page on my blog site with links to all nine articles.…
Oops! Yesterday morning I realized that I didn’t explain the framed “Charles” above the calendar in this photo that I included in Long Days, Short Years. When I was a girl, I saw an embroidered fabric name patch like that…