Oris didn’t tell this… Of that, I’m certain, because I’d lay you odds if Oris George told this, there’d have been a goat, a donkey and Henry involved. ******************************** Little Johnny lived in the country. They had to use an outhouse, and Little Johnny hated it because it was hot in the summer and cold [...]
It’s that time of year again when memories are made at the Oris George Mansion. There’s just something special about a snack around the table, editing a Christmas story and Patsy’s hot chocolate that brings to mind a roaring fire and the warmth of family and friends. All are welcome there.
Wednesday I took a jackrabbit furlough and drove to the town where I grew up and went to school. I visited some of the places where my friends and I rode donkeys, mules and horses, swam, played and got into good clean mischief. The huge old and knarled cottonwood tree that stood by the swimming [...]
Both hands On wheel Eyes on road That’s the skillful Driver’s code (Burma-Shave)
Note: This photo was taken by Oris George of his wood-burning heating stove. Inside, behind the glass, the fire flashed and light flares through the glass and travels out through the room. While doing dishes this morning, I listened to the snap and crackle of cedar wood burning in the wood-burning heating stove. My memory [...]
It’s that time of year when kids play pranks, such as swiping calves from pens in the country. The pumpkin patches all over the country are missing pumpkins that will be splattered over the roads, across intersections and around the neighborhood, amid the toilet paper swagged trees and egged house walls. Who knew children could [...]
Between phone calls, neighbor’s farm equipment breaking down, and a long Honey Do list, etc. I’m writing two books. Looking for information, I read some of my mother’s journals this morning. This journal entry says it all. The summer I was seven, would be eight in October, Mom assigned me a task and I wanted [...]
While looking through a box of junk I’ve been going to sort through for several years, I found a note my mother sent to me when I was over seas, more years ago than I want to count. “Happiness is knowing who you are, also, what you are.” While you’re here, click on my book [...]
Most of us are combinations of emotion. Luckily, above many a hot collar there rests a cool head, waiting for everything below to simmer down and embrace reason.
Christmas is always fun. Lots of new memories are made. Old friends have gone. As I thought back over the 77 Christmas times of my life, many memories flooded my heart. There were some great memories. The one that stands out closest to my heart was the Christmas of 1939. I was six years old. [...]