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.
In our lives, foundations come first
As we go through life, we learn that everyone we meet has different experiences. Each person has their own ideas, dreams, expectations and priorities.
Living on the West End (Fires of March)
Ah, those merciless fires of March! They still burn inside the mind of this old writer, and the sounds of the March winds whistling through the treetops cause me to shiver.