While my husband Ray was growing up in Columbia, Tennessee, reading the great books his daddy recommended and soaking up Civil War history from his grandfather, I was growing up sixty-six miles away in Ashland City, where my daddy was…
Writing books about history is a dream come true for my husband Ray. He grew up around words. His daddy worked at the local Columbia, Tennessee, newspaper for more than fifty years. As a boy, Wes carried papers. As a…
Here are some more pictures Charlene sent me yesterday. ~ Bonnie Yesterday afternoon we stopped here in the mountains on our way from Honolulu to the North Shore of Oahu. It was one of the windiest places we have ever…
Today is dress rehearsal for this year’s Homeschool Dramatic Society play. This means that things have to be formal. I am going to miss one of my daily practice responsibilities, which has been taking care of Mary Evelyn’s 19-month-old little…
Have you ever realized when someone gets to the end of a fascinating story that you weren’t really paying attention and now you are sorry that you missed it? It is easy to let our minds wander. Sometimes, when we…
Today marks the 58th time I have mentioned Laura Ingalls Wilder in a blog post. 58 times! That’s an average of about once every couple of months, so I guess that’s not too much. I haven’t been counting. I simply…
