Category: A River of Memories

I have a great sense of thankfulness for being born in the Appalachian Mountains, born in an area… Read More

I got up early to watch the sun paint the skies. There was a coolness in the air… Read More

I long for the mountains wild and free and the gift to stand on a ridge and count… Read More

I could write a story on girls I have known. But in reality, I’ve only given all I… Read More

When I climb into my old imaginary canoe I never know where my “remembering” are going to take… Read More

I will always cherish and remember those happy carefree days when I visited Grandpa’s farm in Madison county,… Read More

In the mountains at the turn of the century, things began to change. Not in a hurry but… Read More

One thing that has stuck in my small mind is to finish what you start. If I heard… Read More

Sometimes I have the best times just minding my business and following up on promises made. Maybe not… Read More

I wont wear shoes again but to church and such till school starts back in August. Its summer… Read More