Living on the West End: Worship time!
When my dad moved with his family to the mill village in Darlington in 1922, there were no churches on the mill village where he lived.
After a year of suffering, spring brings hope
I really do love this time of year! The grass and trees are green, the flowers are blooming and, everywhere, there is a sense of rebirth and renewal.
By the light of the silvery moon
Sunday night, the moon hung full and bright over treetops. Like some silver dollar hurled into the night she floated full and beautiful, though pollen gave it a gold cast.
The Depression in Darlington: Memories of hard times
The 1930s were trying years, not only in America, but around the world! Most of the world was trying to free itself from the stranglehold that the war had on them.
A chapel and a school: The historic Sweet Easy
Smith Chapel found me Sunday. Though it’s on Smith Chapel Road and sounds like a no-brainer, directions for my first attempt led me astray.