Old houses have a certain mystique and charm that newer houses do not possess. I enjoy looking at them in person and I also like to read descriptions of them when they are offered for sale. Of course, only positives are stressed; the fine workmanship, the many rooms, the connection with the past. Negative aspects […]
May 5, 2016
A This and That Thursday
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This is the National Day of Prayer. Our country needs prayers as never before. These ancient, beautiful words are so very true today when we see the bedrock values that have always been our base as a country being turned upside down. “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and […]
May 2, 2016
That Busy Little May Bee
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Yesterday, the first day of May, came in just as it should with lots of sun, cool temperatures and a feeling of optimism, of looking forward to what the spring will bring. Long ago, children wound brightly colored ribbons around a Maypole on the first day of May. My mother told me that she and […]
May 1, 2016
Dish Washin’ Ballad
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When I’m feeling down and blue, can’t find a sunbeam peeking through, And naught I see but gray and gloom, my thoughts return to a sunny room. My mother’s kitchen is where I go to relive times I used to know, When lots of loved ones gathered in; friends and family, kith and kin. Mom’s kitchen was […]
Apr 30, 2016
If Walls Could Talk
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I subscribe to a fascinating newsletter about old houses. Some are ornate; some are falling down; some have been miserably treated and some have been lovingly cared for. These houses have one thing in common: they have a place in history. Each family who lived in them contributed in some way to the community; it was […]
Apr 29, 2016
Is It Really Morning?
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What a great morning for a cozy mystery! The morning is as dark as twilight; thunder grumbles through the heavens and the whole scene is punctuated with flashes of lightning. I love mornings like this! My neighbor’s car hurries down the hill, a dark shape with headlights shimmering on the wet street. Nemo hears the […]
