February 22nd, we had a light snowfall. It was over and beginning to melt by mid-morning. Normally I avoid the area, blaming it for the worst case of poison oak EVER. But on this day I walked up behind the shop, clicked a few pictures and moved on about my business. It wasn't until looking …
Category: My Sunday Post
summer is done
It's time to move on. I could ramble on about summer vacation memories for a long time, but I'd rather not. Don't want to be that online version of the friend who drags out their slides and shows you a million pictures every time you come for a visit. So here are a few last …
davy crockett, judge roy bean and grace in between…
I grew up watching the adventures of Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone on TV. My mother made me wear dresses, but my heart longed for a coonskin cap and buckskin jacket. I was happy to learn both men weren't just television caricatures, but real people who participated in the building of America. In my child's …
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course correction, one step at a time…
Three things stood out in my thoughts this week: Amazement that my husband and I celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary - A memory from our summer road trip in which I considered being dropped off at the nearest airport because I didn't want to ride with him anymore - And a sentence I read in …
rivers of story
We remember the Alamo and read about Gettysburg. And who doesn't know about the Titanic, or has seen the movie? But do you remember the Sultana? Probably not. I heard the story of the Sultana steamboat while cruising the Mississippi River at Memphis. April 27, 1865, the Sultana exploded a few miles up river …
knowing where you are, but maybe not…
We hadn't planned on staying the night in Salt Lake City. Of course, we also hadn't planned on loosing time to an oil leak in the truck and a flat tire on the trailer. We were two days behind on our journey and Doug wanted to make that up. But we needed fuel. And we …
the familiar place i’d never been…
Even though I studied geography in school like any other kid, and even though I have a quilted map of the United States of America hanging on the wall above my sewing machine (doesn't everyone?)... I always thought of Indiana as a way, way, way, north state. It felt odd to leave Kentucky (to me, …
