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