Marrying at the age of 19 is young measured by today’s standards, but in 1936, it was just perfect for my mother. My daddy, age 21, took mother as his bride and they became a team. Faithful to each other for 61 years, they shared the highs and lows of marriage and family and faith. This photo taken in…
So after listening for a few minutes to all the banter about how the world is going someplace… really fast… my daughter, in all her early teenage wisdom and humor, lifted her index finger, and quietly with a cheerful tone in her voice said, “But the Phoenix is rising!” Now you probably know without me…
I don’t know a pretty way to say this, however, there was a time I dreaded to come home because an elderly individual began to encroach on our sacred place (our home) and our family became very insecure with his tactics and negative advances. I’m just gonna gulp and blurt out that our home wasn’t an emotional…
When you pull into your drive, or step off the elevator into your apartment hallway, or raise yourself up to the last step onto your porch, or wipe your feet from following a dusty path, or push open the beveled glass door of your spacious home, or unlock several security bolts, or pull back the…
Humid August air pressed down, causing the night to be dense and sticky. Darkness seemed to hang like a heavy curtain surrounding us in a dark cloak. Above, a canopy of brilliant stars spilled along the milky way and glittered like billions of finely cut diamonds across the black velvet sky.. Sleeping soundly on soft pallets of quilts that Mother had made…
We’d spent the night at the farmhouse. Morning dawned cold and dark. I lit the candles on the table, hoping to shatter the chill, and bring comfort. and cheer. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I decided to see what I could capture on my screen by taking photos in the darkness. The table had Valentine…
Yesterday, we were discussing hemidemisemiquaver and semihemidemisemiquaver. Yeah! Really we were. On the way to school the other morning, our daughter was looking at the Sunday church bulletin which had been left in the car. There was a cute little piece of musical note clip art, charmingly inserted into the graphic with a choir announcement which…
Let me tell ya, 2015, I was just getting used to you and all your candid adventures. I was just getting used to the way you looked around our house. You sure packed a punch, filled the year full to the brim and running over. You brought a lot our way, the births and deaths and weekends away…
You may also want to visit my first blog: http://rachelgoing.blogspot.com I am in the process of transferring it to this web address as of June 2017. It’s still me. Rachel. Loving you, my faithful readers. In 2007, my niece Karla, who has had a blog for like 14 years or 100 maybe, told me…