Anti-My-What?

Anti-My-What?

A few days ago my granddaughter picked up a doily that is on the back of my rocker and asked, “What’s this?” “It is an antimacassar,” I told her. “A what?” I explained it is a crocheted doily that is supposed to protect the back of the chair while looking pretty at the same time. […]

Old Barns

Old Barns

A post from a few years ago. I liked old barns then; I like old barns now. My Grandfather’s Barn My grandfather’s barn leans to the south. The weathered old boards are gray. The tin roof is rusted and dented and busted; The wind blew the doors away. But once that barn, filled with freshly-mown […]