Category: A River of Memories

Someone asked me one time what my folks hobbies were. I just looked at them. Kinda like a… Read More

One morning in early spring I bolted out of bed with joy in my soul. I was in… Read More

Something has been on my mind awhile now and with two foster children, I haven’t had the time… Read More

I would take a straight pin and bend the head around into a circle. Then with a pair… Read More

We owe much to those who came a long way back yonder. To the American soldier for sure-fearless… Read More

There’s a fire softly burning, suppers on the stove, but it’s the light in your eyes that makes… Read More

In the late ’40s and early ’50s under the shadow of Mt. Pisgah, boys made slingshots or bean… Read More

I’ve said so many times that our people came from everywhere. They came to America to start anew…. Read More

Life’s evening sun is sinking low A few more days and I must go To meet the deed… Read More

The cemetery was up on a hill there in Shelton Laurel. Most burial grounds were in places not… Read More