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
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
I’m not a text person or a tweet person, having never really done either before. Today, I got to spend some quality time with my buddy Michael. Just like his Dad and myself as teens, we had gone months without communicating, but then side by side, we spoke to each other like it was just yesterday. It felt good.
She was surprised by the offer, a quick detour to the river on the way home from a doctor’s appointment. She hadn’t been riverside in years, long before the macular degeneration had mostly taken her sight and her ability to travel on her own.
They slowly walked arm in arm to the boat ramp, where during the lively days of summer, the canoeists would launch and the fisherman would wade off into the waters. But the seasons were changing and it was becoming cold.
Her limited vision and her big imagination allowed her to see across the waters and into its depths. There were dark areas and an obvious shallow section and the image of a large rock submerged not twenty feet away.
“Bring me a handful of water, I want to feel it” as she swayed unsteadily on the ramp’s uneven surface.
“Oh my, it’s kind of cold. But not too bad. It feels nice”
Yes, it does.
I was working in Aunt B’s basement yesterday, and she followed me down the stairs and began rummaging through some boxes, looking at old pictures. The more that I looked, the more that I was amazed. Continue reading Aunt B’s Pictures
A good number of years ago, family and friends had gathered together at Mt. Airy Farms, just South of Mount Jackson, to watch the biannual steeplechase horse races. Continue reading A Perfect Day
There’s a woman in town who now spends her days confined within the walls of a convalescent home. She’s well known to many a local, not by name or relation, but as that old black woman who’s always walking the streets alone. Continue reading Alone in a Crowd