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For several generations music has played a vital role in the history of our family. My maternal grandfather, Alonzo Howe, was a child prodigy and musician. According to family who knew him, he could play about any instrument. It is also said of him that he had the so-called typical “artistic temperament.” At one pointContinue reading ““Quick, Quick and Howe“”

I asked Mom if she wanted to run down to Crosley to check to see if we could spot an eagle. Off we went! We saw some turtles on a log and a lovely little pond, but no eagle. Back in the car Mom mentioned that a friend of hers sees eagles “all the timeContinue reading “The Rookery, Part Two”

One of the chores in our long summers of work was blackberry picking day. Oh, how I dreaded it! I hated picking blackberries. But in our house refusal to help was no option. We all put on long pants and long sleeves ostensibly to ward off chigger bites. But it never worked! Invariably one, orContinue reading “Blackberry Picking Day”

There was an old well down a brick pathway at my family home. It provided all the water we needed for 9 people. The family laundered once a week. Daily needs such as cooking and dishwashing. A cool drink of water on a hot summer day from the old dipper which always hung there. And,Continue reading “A Well Down A Brick Path”

I have been walking down memory lane for a few days, remembering the past with my beloved family. There were 9 of us, and we lived on a little plot in the country and made our own little farm. We grew and provided much of our own food. We had a cow who gave usContinue reading “The Old Home Place”

The Worship Team at The Point sings a song that I love. When they sing the line, “I am who You say I am,” that really hits a chord with me. I decided to do some digging to see who the Savior says that I am. —A child of God. John 1:12 —A friend ofContinue reading ““I Am Who YOU Say I Am!””

The Baptist Camp at Westport has had a huge impact on my family through the years. I think I was 8 or 9 years-old when I first went there with my parents. All of the children of the family spent time there—worshipping, learning, fishing, working, wandering in the woods, hanging out with Granny and Dedo,Continue reading “Rekindling Old Friendships and Strengthening New Ones”

Mom and I have spent a lot of hours “in the field”this winter—looking for Sandhill Cranes and the occasional Whooping Crane. But we have come to realize there is so much more “out there” than our migratory friends. We also have had some amazing eagle sightings. We love the obvious sightings. The guy that flewContinue reading “Buzzard or Eagle (the Word Version!)”