Archive for A truth
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. [...]
I remember
My great aunt Ivia had a small blackboard on her kitchen wall, she would write thoughts, quotes, etc. on the this little board. This one I remember well. “Not life, but a good life, is to be chiefly valued.” Socrates
Mark Twain said
My grandfather had a love affair with the writings of Mark Twain. He often reminded me of this quote by Mark Twain. “Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.”
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 [...]
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 [...]
Henry, A Donkey, and A Girl
Henry and I were twelve years old and the best of friends. We got along because we enjoyed the same ignorance on many subjects — one of which was girls. It was a hot June Saturday in the summer of 1946 when Henry had his first lesson about how not to impress a girl. At [...]
A Lost Art: Men Tipping Their Hat
This morning, while looking through a shoebox of old snapshots, I found a picture of my two younger brothers and me standing in front of a donkey colt. We were eleven years old, nine years old, and six years old. Our father had taken us to town early that Friday morning in 1944 to buy [...]
