Homemade Molasses Cookies When fall arrives, the wonderful fragrance of cinnamon, ginger and cloves fills my sen ses. After all, it's the beginning of apple harvest, pumpkin gathering and visions of turkey roasting in the oven. By now I have my Concord grape jelly made and I begin to focus on the spicy offerings of so many goodies available from nature's bounty. I make apple butter in the crock pot, molasses cookies regularly, fried apple pies, apple pies in pan, apple dumpli

Pumpkin Cookies Molasses Cookie s Summer exits: The lightnin' bugs have left. Tomatoes, bell peppers and green bean plantings display exhaustion in the dried and drooping vines that gave us delectable, gastronomic offerings thru the summer months. They gladly took their place and produced according to the seed that was planted. They accepted my care and then applied themselves to bring forth the best. Fruitful were they as they yielded to the Creator's design Apple Pie within

Nothing Tastes Better than,.. Food from Momma's Kitchen   Sipping my morning coffee mixes well with a sentimental journey. It seems that in those times when I am preparing meals, I tend to re-wind from conversations with my Momma and everything about her presence in the memory speaks love and comfort to my heart. She offered so much positive encouragement when I shared any concern with her. Her words, like jumper cables on a battery, gave me the boost I needed. Heartfelt, chi

My morning Manna and coffee. I have embraced two power packed words. Just as food labels indicate the RDA for necessary growth and nutrition, that's what manna from the Ancient Book imparts to me for spiritual growth. Those two words this morning are, Joy and Optimism. They bring purpose and meaning to our lives. If a cup is to be filled with those two attributes, I must first empty the dregs of doubt and discouragement. So I'm lifting an empty cup this morning to be filled w

Through the years, opportunities for me to reach out, and be a neighbor to someone in need have been presented to me. This piece I felt compelled to journal some years ago, has proven to be a personal reminder of how I should respond to our fellow man. And I consider myself blessed that along the journey, friends have come into my life, such as the subject of this writing, who have been the epitome of a woman’s strength, and an example of accomplishments in the world of busin

The morning sun emerged while I was working in my yard. A gentle breeze brought me wonderful reminders of gardening in my mountain homeplace many years ago. Such a heartwarming experience. Later in the day we were out riding our bikes on the Huckleberry Trail. I heard faint chirping of crickets beneath the now fading, fall influence of the woods; birds were flitting about, and I was able to recognize the Sparrow’s chirp, the Cardinal’s beautiful song and the Blue Jay’s loud s

I was having my morning coffee while editing my memoirs when a nostalgic moment presented a detour. I left the paper and ink and stepped...

Just thinking… I would love to see a football game in person right now. Who else---? The mountain air is refreshing. It’s always an enjoyable experience. Last fall, besides the ball game, I enjoyed a heartwarming experience. So, I wrote: WV Pepperoni rolls, chili fries, hot chocolate and Raspberry Twizzlers. Saturday football. We wore so many layers of clothing to stay warm, we could have covered half the fans on our bleacher, which by the way was on the 34th row, high up tow

Confession time from a hilarious, history making housewife this morning. It all began with a thought. One thought, mind you! We need to...

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 sixty years ago! And there’s more. So much more to the story than a phone call. Step back for a few moments with me if you will, to the 60s and you can see and hear history being made... Our story begins from a phone call in the house on the side of the mountain. There wasn’t even a rotary dial on the phone I was using, in fact, there were

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...