As usual, we always look for a side trip to explore when we travel, so we decided to visit an Arboretum in Harrisonburg, VA . A most...

Hubby and I were having our Appalachian delicacy which we enjoy on Mondays. This one tradition keeps us anchored to our childhood homes,...

The morning sun has emerged while I work in my yard. A gentle breeze carries to me the wonderful reminders of gardening in my mountain...

Crossed telephone lines. One summer night. Listening to the radio as the deejay took requests and dedications for songs --- That was over...

Hubby and I were having our Appalachian delicacy which we enjoy on Mondays. This one tradition keeps us anchored to our childhood homes,...

It was 1939 when Daddy decided to leave North Carolina and go to Coalwood. He was 20 yrs old then. George L. Carter’s mining business...

It had to be said. It was important that I documented my memoir. My love of my childhood home was worthy to be noted and the evidence was...

The dawn of a new day is breaking through the fading gray color of nighttime. I opened the door to the deck out back before daylight and...

When seasons change, I find myself taking a sentimental journey to surround myself with the warmth that memories from long ago bring. And...

Every time the full moon emerges and lights the deck behind my house, I remember... I developed a habit many years ago of rising early in...

Enjoying my morning coffee, while stirring nostalgia, as I think about my Momma setting the aluminum percolator with glass insert on the...

Getting dressed for summertime visitors. February has moved to another year, but March has arrived with songs and colors that break...

The aroma of Banana nut bread has filled my kitchen and mingled with the Black Silk brew of Folgers. An intense reminder of the changing...

I opened the door to the deck to see what this summer morning presented for outdoor sitting in my glider as I enjoyed my coffee.  A...

.   October. A fall morning. And I was in my kitchen before six o’clock preparing space on the counter to roll out fried pie dough. ...

Rich with memories. The sounds of childhood echo from the earth beneath and warm my heart with sounds of home. Spiderwort plant. Sixty...

Thinking of time passages and our changing world through the years. I took a quick sentimental journey this morning through my files to...

Beauties that Grace the Yard When I want to wrap myself with thoughts of spring and warm weather, in my endearing Appalachia I go to my...

I have an old feed sack, cotton petticoat that was found on an excursion to an abandoned community. Rubble was everywhere and in the...

Winter, vivid pictures of years past come into view. Bring your coffee and join me for a few minutes if you will and walk into the...