As far back as I can remember my grandfather Hubert carried an old wooden and brass handled knife in his pocket. Often times I would see him sitting outside widdling a small stick with it ( or scratching at his fingernails ha ha). That pocket knife, sadly, belongs to me now. My grandfather passed away … Continue reading Pocket knife
I was thinking tonight, as I placed an overflowing amount of towels in the washer, how good we really have it. I know, I know, the topic isn't new, but can you really see yourself washing clothes with a wash-board and pail? Can you really see yourself wringing out pants and shirts until your knuckles … Continue reading Because they lived.
It doesn't seem like it was that long ago that I was writing my '800' post. Thank you for making my blog what it is. Honestly, if the hits weren't climbing I might not be as inclined to come back and post, albeit slow lately. My second week has past with the local newspaper, still liking my … Continue reading Thirteen hundred