The morning sky is a quiet, pale blue/gray with rosy tints around the horizon. It is deceptively beautiful because it is deadly cold. I remember other January days when I was a child and the sense of excitement and adventure a new year brought. I remember bacon sizzling in the skillet, breakfast with Mom, Dad, […]
May 23, 2017
Voices in the Village
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Voices in the Village is a fascinating account of life in a different time, in a different place. This morning, I am pleased and honored to present guest blogger Josephine Montgomery. Josephine was born in England and now lives in Missouri with her husband. She is the author of several books including Fitzgerald Hall, A […]
Mar 26, 2017
Dusty and Dated Songs of My Youth
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Nothing dates a person like her repertoire of songs. But, I fear my repertoire is dusty, dated, and part of a fading past. My post from a year ago, In the Gloaming was about eventide or early night and I mentioned a song by that name. True, it is a very old song and true, the […]
Oct 22, 2016
The Blight of Progress
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Sure, I know “you can’t stop progress.” I’ve heard that many times and fear it may be largely true. Question is, where is this march of progress leading? I’m all for progress in medicine, in doing things better (not necessarily faster) and for headway made against the ills of mankind. What I’m not for is senseless […]
Oct 1, 2016
Pictures From the Past
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My niece Missy sent me some copies of old photos she found among her parents’ pictures from the past. I’ve been enjoying them. They caused me to realize anew how quickly time flies and people and places we took for granted pass right along with time. This picture, for example, is of two cousins, a […]
Sep 23, 2016
Disappearing Into a Pile of Autumn Leaves
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Disappearing Into a Pile of Autumn Leaves Autumn is a nostalgic season, don’t you think? It’s a time of looking back at summer and realizing it has ended. Those flowers I cared for so lovingly will soon be a thing of the past. Times are changing, too, just like the seasons. I have a tendency […]
