All posts by Robin

Originally from little Woodstock, Virginia, I’ve led a nomadic life-style that’s taken me on a great big circular ride around the globe. From the Shenandoah Valley to Las Vegas, visits to Europe, the Caribbean and across the United States; only to end up here again at my childhood home, almost fifty years later. I began sharing my written stories with my friends and family after the death of my very best friend. There are some stories that I can’t tell yet because the characters are still living. But with his passing, he became fair game. And from that, came me sharing a lot more of myself. Heck, people seem to enjoy reading my ramblings. I hope that you will also.

Americana and a Motorcycle

Here’s a look back in time to the 1950’s in the United States.  This is  An old Homemovie of a Family and their Motorcycle  (that was a link to my ‘yet to be massive’ Youtube channel:) Continue reading Americana and a Motorcycle

Old Handwritten Recipes

You should never trust an old recipe that doesn’t have a few stains or some food smeared on it.  If it’s not dirty or well-worn, then it probably wasn’t used very often to begin with and isn’t worth the effort to make. Continue reading Old Handwritten Recipes

Catfish

I just don’t understand the whole White vs. Black vs. White vs. Black issue.  Maybe I missed the ‘hate everyone who’s different from yourself’ memo while growing-up.  Being sick and tired of all this hatred, I thought I’d share an old story from my past, which has a strange, unfortunate twist. Continue reading Catfish

Swinging Bridge

Here’s a few pictures and a video from yesterday’s wonderful day along the Shenandoah River here in Virginia.  A blue sky dotted with white clouds above the scenic river, the tree’s leaves beginning to change their colors, a vineyard full of grapes lining the far side of the river’s bank.  The Shenandoah Valley basked in God’s glory. Continue reading Swinging Bridge