Category Archives: Country

FIREWOOD

This was written several years ago a year or two after we began burning wood.  Now, in 2013, John says we may not burn wood this year.  The woodshed is full and ready.  But it has become more and more … Continue reading

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A COUNTRY DAD

Dad was of German descent with all the cold and legalistic traits of those people.  He loved his family but could not praise us.  I believe now that he was only able to show his love by criticizing us and … Continue reading

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PISTOL PACKIN MAMA

PISTOL PACKIN’ MAMA   After Dad passed away Mother (Bobbie Worley) kept a loaded pistol in her bedside table. She was fully capable of using it as Dad had taught her how to shoot, clean and care for it. One … Continue reading

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Stick Tights like Grandma Minnie’s

My sister, Lois Reynolds, has preserved one of Minnie Worley’s recipes that must be at least 100 years old.  This is in her own words.                                        D.S Stick Tights like Grandma Minnie’s as close as I can get them Some of … Continue reading

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Remnant Jostle Fragrance

Last year’s pansy patch was alive with movement.  The little monkey-faced flowers were jostling for a place to bloom.  Soon the pansies would be joined by jonquils, narcissus and tulips.  Fragrance would waft on the spring time air and announce … Continue reading

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AND NO SONG ROSE TO HEAVEN

And the waves rolled on over the face of the deep. Dark and cold were the waters; lonely and wide was the sky. And the waves swept on so tall there appeared to be no sky. For all the elements … Continue reading

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GOLDEN IS THE AUTUMN

Golden is the Autumn, dancing in her veils of splendor; laughing through the woodlands, pirouetting on the hillsides, and brushing frosty moonlight from her hair. Bittersweet the taste of apples on her lips of tempting crimson; silver slippers tripping lightly … Continue reading

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