Daddy said some precious word to me the other day. He said, “The Scuppernongs are ready.” He has a couple of vines on one of those trellises made of iron pipe and fencing. We can walk under it when we are picking the Scuppernongs and pick the ones we can reach through the large squares … Continue reading Precious Words
Thoughts
Time Off
I just wanted to explain why I don't have a new post at this time, and I probably won't for another week or two. It seems I have Shingles. This morning the tiredness that goes with it set in, along with a muddled mind, so I can't be sure what I post would make sense. … Continue reading Time Off
School Days!
It’s so hard to realize that it’s time for school to start again! At different dates over the next few weeks preschools through colleges will begin classes again. My children are grown now pursuing careers in their chosen fields of study. In my son’s case, he is a graphic designer; my daughter is a writer. … Continue reading School Days!
Providence
I have been incredibly blessed yesterday. I almost have no words for it - almost; I am a writer. I lost my wallet earlier. God protected it. It was so hot yesterday, and when you’re in town the heat just radiates off the concrete and asphalt magnifying the heat several degrees more. I was tired … Continue reading Providence
Twists, Turns, and Forks in the Tree!
I’ve been working on my family’s genealogy for the past few years. Sometimes it seems like such slow going, but when I look back to entries along the way I’m amazed at the progress I’ve made. I’m researching both Mama’s and Daddy’s families and then each branch as it goes back from there. … Continue reading Twists, Turns, and Forks in the Tree!
Sugarin’ Down the Figs
It’s that time of summer again. The figs are “hangin’ in tags,” as the old saying goes where I come from. That means there’s a “bumper crop,” or there are a lot of figs on that tree this year. Both of my mamaws had fig trees in their back yards. They are still there to … Continue reading Sugarin’ Down the Figs
Standing Rock, Where I Left Part of My Heart
There is a place and a People tucked in a special place in my heart. They are there as strongly as when I was there with them. It’s called Cannonball on Standing Rock Reservation in North Dakota, and the Sioux American Indians there. I first met these people when we went on a mission trip … Continue reading Standing Rock, Where I Left Part of My Heart
Closed Doors; Open Doors
In January of my senior year in high school, the house fire that took our home took everything; pictures, clothes, special mementos, and all of the writing I had ever put on paper. At last count, I had written eighty-one poems and song lyrics, as well as the first few chapters and plot lines of … Continue reading Closed Doors; Open Doors
Cindy Chandler Pye 