I’m staying home because . . .
All afternoon on Sunday, we believed that God would soon call Mother home. As she slept, we sat in her room and told family stories. We laughed and we were grateful. My brother is a huge football fan. When our…
All afternoon on Sunday, we believed that God would soon call Mother home. As she slept, we sat in her room and told family stories. We laughed and we were grateful. My brother is a huge football fan. When our…
On Sunday, March 13, 1932, my great-grandmother Ollie Elliott, who was a midwife, attended her eldest daughter, Lorene Elliott Farmer, in the birth of her firstborns, twin girls. While Ollie, Lorene, and other female relatives were inside the house, male…
I recently culled through my cookbooks, searching for ones I wanted to toss out. One makes me chuckle. The subtitle is “Living the High-Carbohydrate Way.” Wait a minute! High carbs? Isn’t everyone wanting low carbs? This thick, hardcover cookbook, that…
King Solomon had it all, according to the way many men define “it all” — power, wealth, beautiful women . . . . And on top of that, he was the wisest person anywhere around with the rich and powerful coming to learn from…
Now it feels like Christmas because yesterday Ray and I attended the Cookeville Community Band’s Christmas concert. In my opinion, the crowning moment of their Christmas concert each year is when they play “Sleigh Ride” by Leroy Anderson. I love to…
Ray and I began and ended our seven days of exploring my family heritage in Quebec by learning more about Marguerite D’Youville, a woman who kept on keeping on. As I have written before, Marguerite was a great-grandchild of Pierre…