Archive for A Twinkle In Time
My grandmother said
There was a time in my life when I was young and very busy. One day during that time my grandmother took me aside and said, “I read somewhere that a man gave this advice. He was so right. ‘Make a large place in your life for music and it will bring you a priceless [...]
A pick on Oris day
Today will go down in history as the Pick on Oris Day. Patsy and I had not seen Connie Rossignol in seven years. Connie and Suzanne (who doesn’t have a last name but is a member of the Mammoth list) trailered up from New Mexico to purchase two Mammoth jennets from Tanya and Jon Tourjee. [...]
Remembering
Remembering I’ve finished my book, Along the Back Roads of Yesterday. It will be in the hands of the printer by week’s end. Now that it has been put to bed, I am starting another one. This morning I’ve been sitting in front of this monitor listing notes for the new book. I’ve been remembering. [...]
Here is today
Here is today. Tomorrow waits. Yesterday is gone.
Two boys clip a donkey
Spring isn’t far away. With spring out comes the clippers to clip horse, mules and donkeys. My memory kicked in: A muggy Tuesday morning in the summer of 1943 , the year I was nine years old, Dad had four large black mules tied to the hitchrack in front of the barn. He roached their [...]
My little brother
This morning I have applied the seat of my pants to the chair in front of my computer. I am busy fighting a bad case of writer’s block. As I sit here my memory takes me back to slower times. I’m thinking of my little brother, who is now a man full grown., he is [...]
Today
Today I’d like some time to do nothing. I’d like to laugh. I’d like to read a good book. I’d like some chocolate cake.
Two Shot Goose Hunters & the George Poor House
I stopped by Oris George’s place this morning (cuz I knew he had hot cocoa and a quarter waiting) and heard the longest spiel of nothing you’d ever wanna hear. Now, everybody within an arm’s reach of nowhere knows this is the territory where the Two Shot Goose Hunt takes place, and there ain’t a [...]
A day with Jon and Tanya
Thursday I drove up to Penrose, Colorado to help Jon and Tanya start their donkeys driving. I see that Tany has already commented about my trip. There are a number of things she left out but I’ll not go into details as I don’t want to detract from her excellent purple prose. All kidding aside. It [...]
Henry
In the third grade, under the tutelage of Miss McKinley, Henry and I became lifelong friends. We knew we were friends because we liked a dog, a donkey and a fishing pole. Together we walked along the back roads of yesterday. At times a dog trotted at our heels. Henry talked a lot. He made [...]
