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...

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 lid, on the coal fired cookstove. I was allowed to drink coffee from an early age and glad my Momma allowed it. There were occasions when I visited her in my adulthood that she would A percolator that sat on the coal-fired stove during my childhood years. prepare my coffee for me as soon as I awoke. What a blessing to hear the tapping of t

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 season. Fall has arrived and brought vivid reminders of the beauty that accompanies the results that will be on display. Making molasses and apple butter and gathering pumpkins will be offered. I began clearing the veggie patch of tomato and pepper plants and bean vines, each of them have made beautiful contributions to my meals this year an

. 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. Usually there are various kinds of randomly placed items to get out of the way…pens, note pad, sticky notes, the bread box. In the process there was an overlooked coupon that I had not placed in my billfold. I picked that up, checked the expiration date which was still good. So got the billfold out, and before placing the coupon behind the coup

Rich with memories. The sounds of childhood echo from the earth beneath and warm my heart with sounds of home. Spiderwort plant. Sixty years ago I enjoyed their beauty on my childhood playground of home. Begin here on a bumpy ride to the top and from the kitchen door we exit to go to school, which is a shadow underneath the utility pole seen on the right in picture. Feel free to leave a comment

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 archived files and choose a favorite. Meet some of my friends Wanted to introduce you to some of the beauties that grace the yard each spring.M Maggie stands out front by the wooden fence, slowly dressing in petals of white and her fragrance, like designer perfume is carried on the gentle breezes to the deck on the back of our house. Daphne,

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...