I spent many an hour in our old feed barn. To a boy it seemed vast in its size and expanse. I became intimately familiar with each stable and hallway. I especially enjoyed the large barn loft which provided endless opportunities for exploring. But I suppose the old corn crib stands out most …
Wednesday, December 16, 2020
“It’s as plain as the nose on your face.” Have you ever heard that said?
Thursday, December 03, 2020
Looking back on the days of my youth, I suppose there were no days that passed by more slowly than those between Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Eve.
Thursday, November 26, 2020
The shorter catechism, “agreed upon by the Reverend Assembly of Divines at Westminister,’ as the old New England Primer has it, asks the ancient questions what and why, and answers them in one short sentence hardly matched in any uninspired work.
Thursday, November 19, 2020
I suppose I have always had a fascination with books. It may be because Mrs. Willingham turned me on to “Ted and Sally” in the first grade.
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Every year, about this time, I suggest to my friends they get a head start on Thanksgiving.
Thursday, November 05, 2020
Another November is here.
Thursday, October 29, 2020
From time to time, one of my granddaughters will ask me to tell her about “the olden days.”
Thursday, October 22, 2020
I, like most of you, have given this COVID-19 pandemic a lot of thought.
Thursday, October 08, 2020
A week or so back, I decided to go visit an old friend. So, I packed up some gear and headed for Brim Hollow.
Thursday, October 01, 2020
I once heard a successful businessman say the difference in success and failure in life comes down to about a half-dozen things. He didn’t elaborate on what those half-dozen things were, but I understood where he was going with the idea.
Thursday, September 24, 2020
My earliest memories of a cornfield take me back to a time when I was 4 years old.
Thursday, September 17, 2020
I was back in the Grand Canyon riding a mule a couple of weeks back, which is something I have done many times over the past 20 years.
Thursday, September 10, 2020
I’m not quite sure when the word stress became so prominent in the modern vocabulary. When I was growing up the word was seldom used.
Thursday, September 03, 2020
My thoughts often take me back to my earliest years in Sunday
Thursday, August 27, 2020
The coming of August marks a fascinating time of the year for me. It is usually in the month named after Caesar Augustus that the rustle of leaves stirred by the wind takes on a different sound. It is to me the first sign that fall is near.
Thursday, August 20, 2020
One of the things I have noticed since the beginning of the coronavirus crisis and with the ongoing urban demonstrations and rioting in our land is an increasing absence of joy among our people.
Thursday, August 06, 2020
I am not a horseman. I have never claimed to be. I grew up on a farm with cattle and hogs, cats and dogs. The only horse I vividly remember was ‘Ol’ Charlie, a big, black, work horse.
Thursday, July 30, 2020
I heard and read a while back with both disdain and amazement that some of our major cities have outlawed a number of kid’s games because of safety risks.
Thursday, July 23, 2020
I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but there seems to be lot of purging going on in our world these days. There are those among us who are intent on removing any vestige of our history which they find offensive.
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Not too long ago, my speaking travels took me to Lexington, South Carolina.
Thursday, July 09, 2020
On this Fourth of July weekend just past, I decided to go back and dig up a few memories (no pun intended.) Let me begin with digging potatoes.
Wednesday, July 01, 2020
On this the anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, I am moved to write of my love for our homeland, the United States of America.
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
The Broadway production of “Porgy and Bess” featured a George Gershwin tune entitled “Summertime.”