I’ve been thinking about bygone Christmases, historic and personal. We all have memories of holidays past – some good, some not so happy.
Driving a country road, I passed an old well house. It didn’t look like a wishing well.
It was Christmas Eve near the Yser River in Belgium, and the ground was covered in ice and snow.
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.
Well, I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Here on Drew Drive, we certainly did.
Out in the country skinny metal fence posts rule pasturelands nowadays.