One Solitary Life is part of an essay by Dr. James Allen Francis describing the life of Jesus while here on earth. Read the words and listen to it recited.Continue Reading
Our daughter, Jill was telling me how recently she used a saying with her children that she remembered her dad saying to her as a child as she and her sisters prepared for bedtime. She knew he learned it from his mom and wondered where it came from. John would tell the girls, “Time for Kitty White’s Party”. Continue Reading
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
What is a pet? Sometimes he is most resourceful. I don’t know how he managed it, but this is how I found my pillow-loving pup. Hearing a rustle while working at my computer, I turned around to see Raider, my miniature Schnauzer, in this unique position.
on every side there are suggestions of juvenility and mischief.
Hometown love for America…
|A few words that popped into my head as we watched the parade|
|Jamie and family|
God bless America,Land that I love.Stand beside her, and guide herThrough the night with a light from above.From the mountains, to the prairies,To the oceans, white with foamGod bless America, My home sweet homeGod bless America, My home sweet home.
|Carol, Mommy, Daddy, Lorrie and Frankie|
living in the city and how much she hated the dirt!
As you can see in this photo, the streets were
not yet paved back then.
My brother remembers walking to school with Wonder Bread
bags tied over his shoes so they wouldn’t get muddy.
and family, she would need to learn to drive.
|Mommy, Baby Lorraine & Daddy|
house that her dad built.
dear lived in.
this is where I would sent flashlight signals to
Carolyn as her window faced our house.
The basement (or cellar as we called it) was kind of nasty. The paint on the walls was badly chipped and not like the clean and organized place of my childhood. There were still several
‘down the bank‘.
Then he decided sledding was a safer alternative.
Not for me being the smallest and youngest on the top of a four-high stack of kids on a speeding sled!
We laugh now remembering those days of our youth!
I never heard my dad curse or swear.
But he had two expressions that we will forever remember about him.
I think they are so unique, so him.
They still make me chuckle inside.
If we did something stupid or wrong, he would look at us with his beautiful blue eyes
and ask the piercing question,
“What ails you?“
It always produced remorse for whatever we had just done.
When he was frustrated with something that didn’t work right or was not made well, his favorite saying was,
“Fling it down the bank”!
ha… there have been many things I have thought about flinging down the bank!
Bleak in the morning early;
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter’s now come fairly.
a few winter photos
my (dead) car battery:
I gathered together a few pieces to create a Pilgrim and Indian centerpiece to brighten our kitchen table. A squash-shaped soup tureen on an oval serving plate with a couple of tiny orange pumpkins and a set of hand painted wooden figures purchased years ago from a craft fair.
Look what I found just outside our side door on the arbor there…
Mourning Doves are light grey and brown and generally muted in color. Males and females are similar in appearance. The species is generally monogamous, with two squabs (young) per brood. Both parents incubate and care for the young. Mourning Doves eat almost exclusively seeds
if you listen real close you’ll hear her tiny little coos.
Lucky the woman who knows the pangs of birth for she has held a star.
It was designed by architect Malcolm Wells and built across the Cooper River’s north branch by homebuilder Bob Scarborough
In 1959, Bob Scarborough was developing housing on the Barclay Farmstead, and wanted to extend the subdivision street system over the North Fork of Cooper River, a small creek at the site. A lover of the Bucks County Covered Bridges, Scarborough decided to have a covered bridge for the purpose, and commissioned architect Malcolm Wells to design the bridge. It was dedicated on Saturday, February 14th, 1959. The bridge was renovated in 1993 and rededicated on its 34th anniversary.
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,