Crossing The Line
posted about 1 year ago | 7 comments
We’ve all done it, and we’ve all used the expression. There are so many meanings to these three words when strung together. So many different ‘lines’.
Physical ones, like those in the school yard, or parking lot. Emotional lines that either caus...
Physical ones, like those in the school yard, or parking lot. Emotional lines that either caus...
Anniversary
posted about 1 year ago | 8 comments
Two years ago today , I signed on to Eons for the first time. I leapt into cyberspace and landed here. Oh, I'd been on the 'net' before. Research, aimless wandering, insatiable curiosity, that kind of thing. But never to a 'social networking site'...
For My Dad
posted about 1 year ago | 4 comments
VIC
They sat by the kitchen door, on the floor, every house we lived in from my earliest memory. Heavy thick leather, long rawhide laces, thick stacked leather heel, the toes re-enforced with steel. A fancy shaped flap of leather that covered th...
They sat by the kitchen door, on the floor, every house we lived in from my earliest memory. Heavy thick leather, long rawhide laces, thick stacked leather heel, the toes re-enforced with steel. A fancy shaped flap of leather that covered th...
Light And Dark
posted about 1 year ago | 6 comments
His first words to me were “You’re a turkey.” He was just four years old. That phrase was his pick-up line. They worked. I picked him up.
For the next seventeen years we would have many words. Some were kind and loving and gentle . Many were ang...
For the next seventeen years we would have many words. Some were kind and loving and gentle . Many were ang...
Merely A Scribe
posted about 1 year ago | 7 comments
Some would say that our lives are as grains of sand
Silken and smooth, liquid earth flowing through our hand
I say our lives are pages bound all of a piece into a book
Each page writ in ink on vellum fine, worthy of a second look
Days form the c...
Silken and smooth, liquid earth flowing through our hand
I say our lives are pages bound all of a piece into a book
Each page writ in ink on vellum fine, worthy of a second look
Days form the c...
It Used To Be
posted about 1 year ago | 8 comments
It used to be called Decoration Day. Folks went to the cemetery and cleaned off the headstones and placed flowers there. Memories of the departed were shared, sometimes a picnic on the ground, surrounded by those who had come before them.
Rows u...
Rows u...
Cane Break
posted about 1 year ago, updated about 2 hours later | 5 comments
“Mother, don’t go there.” Sarah Dunn Anderson did not heed her son. “James, I am bound to go where I please. I will see what needs to be seen.”
She alit from the carriage, carefully lifting her hooped skirts, placing each kidskin shod foot caref...
She alit from the carriage, carefully lifting her hooped skirts, placing each kidskin shod foot caref...
ENOUGH
posted about 1 year ago | 6 comments
How much is enough? At what point, in service to your country, going where others fear to tread, do you receive what you paid for? The price is dear at times; your life. Or, in some respects, even more precious than your life, which is going some....
The Empress
posted about 1 year ago | 6 comments
In a week’s time, a family tradition will be carried forward.
My granddaughter will travel t...
Blue Velvet
posted about 1 year ago | 5 comments
I posted this some time ago~ a glimpse of my mother and me.
I always loved that song. ‘She wore blue velvet, bluer than velvet was the night’. I was not a lover of dolls as a little girl. Much to my mother’s...
