For the last several days from time to time, I have thought how I would like to go visit Marcella. I wish I could. Remember her greetings when you would visit, her smiling, inviting you in, even when it was hard for her simply to be standing? Remember the blooming plants all across her front porch? Her house seemed like a happy place though life grew harder and harder for her. And can you remember her wide kitchen with the cabinets that Frank had built for her and the big window where not-quite-ripe tomatoes were sitting in a row for the morning sun? Continue reading “My sister-in-law Marcella”
Stories in celebration of my brother-in-law Aaron (Big A)
These stories are in celebration of my brother-in-law Aaron (Big A) who turned 95 years old on Saturday. Please share with our email family.
My sister Alline says she cannot remember much about Aaron when he was very young because he didn’t attend the same school as she and Clarice. But Alline said she thought, and Donald agrees, that Aaron went to Knob Lick School on Bastin Creek. Old people in the community called it, the “Blue School.” Continue reading “Stories in celebration of my brother-in-law Aaron (Big A)”
Sister-in-law Deva
As most of you know I like to drive around Casey County on roads where my passengers and I can look and reminisce. I especially love to go for car rides with my sister-in-law Deva. We like to drive out toward Willow Springs where she grew up. She has shown my sisters and me the old house where she lived when she was young and told us how she walked across the road to the Willow Springs School. In those days, she says she liked most of all to make playhouses with broken pieces of her mom’s dishes. Her early interest seems logical to me. All through her life, Deva has been making a beautiful home in more ways than one, I think. Continue reading “Sister-in-law Deva”
Remembering Dad
In the summer time after a hot day of working, Dad, and usually most of the boys, would sit outside under the maple trees in the evenings. It was cooler under the trees than it was inside the house. I think I was allowed to be there mostly because I was too little to be of any real help to Mom or my big sisters as they cleaned up and washed the dishes. Continue reading “Remembering Dad”