Watching the sun go down by Dorothy Graham Gast My earliest memory is watching the sun set as I leaned against my grandfather’s wicker rocker while he held my little brother. I must have been three. Grandpa’s house faced west and we loved to watch the clouds change color and shape as the sun sank […]
OLD WASHING MACHINES by Jesse Suttles A picture of an old washing machine brought back a lot of old memories. When I was a teenager back in North East Texas. My job every Saturday morning was to draw water from a 10 inch bored well. I would fill the old cast iron kettle. Then I had to […]
The Ole Black Wash Pot by Jean Butterworth The ole black wash pot now has more uses that it used to. Where is yours? Mine was given to me by a grandmother so long ago I have forgotten which one. My wash pot is used to hold a blue Hydrangea bush and is so beautiful […]
