In the movie Jerimiah Johnson, the old man said, “I loves the Wimmen, I shorely do.” I will… Read More
Old Barns are Like Old Friends
I pushed thru the trumpet vines and underbrush and poison oak to get thru the opening into the… Read More
Old Barn Addiction
“Sleep, elusive in the weary, waiting silence of the nightHe speaks to me, silently, softly, gently and I… Read More
My Memories of Dad
The memories that I write about are not only in my mind but they flow in my bloodstream…. Read More
Mom
I awoke at 3AM one morning and had taken an allergy pill before bedtime to help sleeplessness and… Read More
The Golden Years
Perhaps for many of us old folks, the late 40’s and 50’s were the golden years. One of… Read More
Take Me Home Country Roads
Our rented house was at least one-quarter mile from the blacktop in Upper South Hominy right underneath Mount… Read More
Molasses and Such
My kinfolks in East Tennessee made molasses almost every year. One of my uncles or cousins would raise… Read More
Sunday Morning Coming Down
Sunday morning meant Church. Period. I was going to church unless some kind of sickness or something came… Read More
An Old Sinner
I knew he wasn’t all that good a fellow when I saw him. Gray, stringy hair all scraggly… Read More