It was not the typical church service that day — rumbles of thunder and lightning, but they seemed far away. Shirley’s organ prelude with tones ever swelling (oh how I wish she was playing “The Heavens are Telling”!)
Continue reading →What is it like to be 93?Well, I’m still hanging in thereAnd well it might beAs I try to keep busyI feel that I mustMy theory – it’s betterto wear out than rust. Oh, I have a few problemssome pains … Continue reading →
He is dressed in the customary farmer’s work clothes of the time: blue gingham shirt, overalls worn out at the knees, leather boots, and a straw hat with a sweat-stained brim. Gently leaning on the plow handles, he takes a large … Continue reading →
As a young boy growing up on a small dairy farm in Vermont I had a few afternoon and after school chores to do, such as filling the wood box behind the kitchen stove, chunks for the parlor stove, and … Continue reading →