What little sleep I got the rest of that fractured night came in snatches, punctuated by dreams of being chased by faceless intruders. By 5 a.m. I could no longer stand the nightmares. Dragging myself out of bed, I slipped into my jeans and a red T-shirt and staggered downstairs to plug in the old, […]
Aug 5, 2021
Exploration Gone Wrong
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A couple of days ago, my post was on ancestry and the fun of exploring people of the past. I’m blessed that my mother told me stories of her childhood that gave us a glimpse at the life of a young girl in rural Oklahoma in the early twentieth century. As another school year is […]
Jul 30, 2021
Ancestry and Its Mysteries
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Ancestors are fascinating people. You have them. I have them. Each ancestor has a story and, from their stories, we arrive and write our own stories to pass on. I’ve always been fascinated by past generations. Finding out more about how they lived, what they considered important, how they spent their days is an engrossing […]
Jul 7, 2021
A Lady in the Lamplight
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Dear children, after some delay I take my pen in hand in answer to your most welcome letter which I received and should have bin answered sooner but there is much of my time that it is almost all I can do to attend to my every day affairs so I hope you will excuse […]
Jun 18, 2021
When the Storms Roll In
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When the storms roll in, it’s good to be anchored tightly and securely to something that will not move. I see a tropical storm is headed toward the Gulf Coast. I imagine that coast has weathered countless waves that battered it and winds that tore through it. In life too, we have storms that jolt […]
Jun 9, 2021
Come Mosey With Me
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This morning, my thoughts are just moseying here and there, and going a far piece back into memory. Not sure what moseying means? Well, I’ve heard it all my life. It’s an old term that means to amble or to walk at a slow pace. That word, moseying, got me started thinking about other words […]
