Spring is still six weeks away, but last Thursday morning I heard and saw the first signs it may not be far off. Passing by Fishing Creek, Mary notice something remarkable happening. At the end of Maple Avenue where it ends looking towards the creek, she saw something rare to see. In the middle ...
That April morning arrived too quickly for Mathew and Annie. They knew this meant good bye for an unknown period of time. Mathew had requested reposting to Washington, but his commander realized his experience over these last several years gave them valuable insight into the political world of ...
Bill could feel the morning breeze on his face as he sat down on the ground looking toward the small trunk. He thought to himself for a moment, “What do I do next”. He realized this must belong to someone who lived out their final days in this place. Perhaps that person may still have ...
The dense fog weighed heavily on the ground, muffling most sounds of the early morning world. Through the white mist, the unmistakable sound of heavy equipment working began penetrating the white vale. Warming sunrays slowly infuse the morning air with a golden light from overhead. Almost ...
Two days after Christmas at 3:00 in the morning, I noticed Mary getting out of bed and sounding like she was in pain. I followed her and discovered she was having severe stomach pains. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but she was convinced Rolaids and Mylanta would make her feel better. By ...
Late last week as the old year faded into history and the New Year began,
I ventured outside into the dark cold winter air. The New Year’s night was quiet and peaceful. The only sounds were rustling dry leaves on the nearby hillside. I figured the sound was that of a deer looking for a ...
Show-and-Tell, how many of you remember that experience from your school days? My first recollection of this event is when I was attending Central Grade School. Most of my early memories of school were in that large stone building that reminded me of an old castle. I had never seen a castle, ...
Last week I heard on the radio a contest to identify who sang the next song. As soon as it began, I knew the answer. It was Elvis, and the song, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”
In his song, Elvis was correct; Christmas is about home. In a little over a week it will be December ...
Call me Ishmael. I always enjoy saying those words at the beginning of an epic story. I believe those are the greatest opening words of any story ever told. A story of adventure, revenge and great loss. Well, my columns may have some of that great stuff, and some of it may even be true. The ...
Tomorrow, most of us will return to a semblance of normality when it comes to the festival of the Thanksgiving dinner. Families will for the first time in two years, celebrate together. Tradition dictates whose home will be the center of the yearly gathering. Extra card tables and fold up ...