This story by Alabama Contributing Author, Joyce Ray Wheeler, written in 2012 will bring back memories! GAMES PEOPLE PLAYED by Joyce Ray Wheeler When my ears are bombarded with discussions of Facebook, googling, and twittering; when I read that parents should be aware of the text messaging on their children’s cell phones— then I feel […]
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Heartwarming story by Alabama Contributing Author, Joyce Ray Wheeler, written 2012 STITCHES OF LOVE ByJoyce Ray Wheeler (b. January 4, 1926- d. November 1, 2012) Written 2012 As I sit here this cool evening I am wearing an old gray sweat shirt imprinted with the words “Old quilters never die, they just go to pieces. “On […]
Do you still believe in miracles? Great story by Joyce Ray Wheeler! MIRACLES DO HAPPEN By Joyce Ray Wheeler (b. January 4, 1926- d. November 1, 2012) As an only child, I played by myself a lot, but I listened to adult conversations. One subject often discussed at family gatherings was “How Jenny died.” I […]
YOU CAN’T UNRING A BELL By Joyce Ray Wheeler (b. January 4, 1926- d. November 1 2012) Stuck between pages of my Bible is a torn page from a legal pad on which I had written hurriedly these words. “When a thing is done, it’s done. You can’t un-ring a bell.” These words are not […]
I remember by Joyce Ray Wheeler “I remember, I remember the house where I was born.” This is the first line of a poem Mrs. Iva Butram had her fourth graders memorize at Rocky Hill School in 1935. Yes, I do remember “the house where I was born.” It stood in the middle of little […]
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 […]
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? […]
THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS …?? By Joyce Ray Wheeler Remember when the stories and poems in children’s school books concluded with a message of preferred behavior? I hold in my hand my fourth grade reader, copyright 1925. Among my old books there is also a much worn copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. . […]
GIRL BITES DOG By Joyce Ray Wheeler It hasn’t been comfortable choosing to write this article for two reasons. First, I’ve written about dogs before, and second, I’m reluctant to admit that I am the girl who bit the dog! Once again we’re in my tiny hometown in rural Kentucky. My parents owned the house […]
