LETTER TO THE EDITOR: ‘The spirit of the way Christmas used to be’
My daughter, Blaire, and I had to go to Sumter Street Grocery Store in Florence Dec. 17.
Remembering smokehouses: ‘The sweetest smoke’
I wrote about old hand-dug wells not long ago. Many old wells had a companion nearby, smokehouses.
A Christmas tragedy became a Christmas blessing
I’ve been thinking about bygone Christmases, historic and personal. We all have memories of holidays past – some good, some not so happy.
Those old hand-dug wells are still out there
Driving a country road, I passed an old well house. It didn’t look like a wishing well.
Silent night, peaceful night…even in wartime
It was Christmas Eve near the Yser River in Belgium, and the ground was covered in ice and snow.
Her letter changed him … and all of us
Frank was a drunk … a really bad one. He hadn’t always been a heavy drinker but, almost a year earlier, his wife and child had died of typhoid.