THE LOOK by Inez McCollum The eyes can say so much without uttering a word. As I think back, I had very few spankings as a child. My Dad usually had to only give me a certain look that would cause me to correct my erring. As a teenager, I sang in the church choir. […]
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Memories of my dad and riding my bike backwards
MY DAD by Clifford Dobyns My Dad grew up on a four hundred acre farm in eastern Kentucky. About one-third of the farm was thick forest which was very good for hunting, two-thirds of the farm was great for growing crops. Dad had five brothers and one sister and it took everyone doing their part […]
Here’s the real secret behind the song “It is no Secret”
A HARD FALL by Clifford Dobyns On the 13th of April I had a hard fall down some steps and cannot write as I injured my right arm and shoulder, therefore, I have borrowed a story sent to me over a year ago by a very good friend. I hope you enjoy it. “IT IS […]
Scars on our bodies are like road maps of our life
TATTLE TALE BY INEZ MCCOLLUM Road Maps tell us where we are going. Scars on our bodies tell us where we have been. As I look around my body, I find a number of scars; each with its own story. My sons have their scars, each with a story, too. As I hold my left hand […]
Pickles and Chocolate – Fond memories of Kentucky
PICKLES AND CHOCOLATE by Joyce Ray Wheeler Actually this title sounds a lot like the wild cravings of a pregnant woman ! Instead it refers to the totally unorganized, disconnected bits and pieces this article contains. Allow me to try to clarify. People who know me well are fully aware that I’m a confirmed chocoholic . I […]
DYK: Have you ever pulled out all the stops?
DYK: Did you know? Pulling out a stop lets air flow through a pipe and make a sound. Prior to the introduction of pipe organs the word ‘stop’ had, in a musical context, been used to mean ‘note’ or ‘key’. Organs have stops to control the air flow through the pipes and pulling them out […]
Aunt Phyliss was unique and I loved her dearly
My Aunt Phyliss by Bob Doherty My granddaddy, Mike, had nine children; four boys and five girls. My grandmother died before three of the children were old enough to take care of themselves. Since the oldest girl had married before her mother died the duties of the woman of the house fell to the second […]
Privet hedges were once a method of behavior modification
I Hate Privet Hedges by Dorothy Graham Gast I hate privet hedges. In the mid 1900’s privet hedges were used in southern landscapes as cheap fences. A row of bushes 3 feet apart would soon grow into a dense barrier. If untamed they might grow 15 feet high and serve as a windbreak or feeding […]
If you pass a car with teddy bears stacked to the windows of the back seat, you can assume?
BEARS by Dorothy Graham Gast I love bears. Not the seven foot grizzlies that chase careless tourists for their picnic baskets, but the manmade fluffy varieties carried by firefighters to calm frightened children after trauma. The kind teenagers leave on their pillows each day and the kind grandmothers rest their arthritic elbows on as they […]
Have you ever had a song repeating over and over in your head like this? [old film and song]
NAME THAT TUNE by Joyce Ray Wheeler It happens frequently! On a busy morning of routine scheduling, I find myself almost inaudibly humming just a snatch of a tune. In fact, I don’t realize I am humming until all of a sudden I pause and ask myself “What is the name of that old tune? […]