Tupperware…the carrier of good things. These are 3 of my mother’s Tupperware containers. She used these to carry her pies, cakes, candy and other delicious foods to potlucks, church events and to the field at harvest time. When a person saw one of these sitting on a counter, table, or the tail gate of a …
“Who, Me?”
It was mysteriously quiet yesterday when Mary said, “Where is Lizzy?” I got up to go check. When I opened the door to Mary’s office/yarn room, Lizzy came running out. What she left behind was yarn strewn around the room. It was a tangled mess. I quietly shut the door trying to untangle the mess. …
“I Can’t Carry All Of That!”
I was a young college boy the day I learned about perspective. I had run out of gas and walked about a mile to the gas station. When I asked the station manager if I could borrow a gas can, he replied, “All I have is a 5 gallon can." I immediately thought about caring …
“Where Am I?”
If you have never walked through the bottoms of a pin oak flat while hunting or hiking, you have missed an experience. One of the unique things you will discover is that everything looks the same. If it’s a mature forest the limb canopy will hide the sun, and if you are coon hunting at …
I Had No Idea…
I must have been 6 or 7 years old the summer I spend with my dad’s Aunt Mary & Uncle Aldo (Doe Doe). They lived in the country outside Carlisle, AR, just down the road from the house my grandpa & dad built. I remember the first morning, before the sun came up, Uncle Doe …
Looks Official
This mailer caught my attention the other day. It appears to be important. Afterall it’s my “second notice.” As I opened it, I noticed the official looking type of font, similar to the IRS. But, down at the bottom, in fine print it says, “Not affiliated with or endorsed by any governmental agency.” I wondered …
Lessons From The Farm: His Hands
My dad had massive, callused hands. If he tightened a nut with his hands, you didn’t need a wrench. When my dad was a young boy, he and his dad built their house (probably 90 years ago – still occupied in Carlisle, AR) with their hands. Dad could build whatever he needed out of wood …
God School: The Big Idea
For years I mistakenly thought I had a lot of good ideas. In fact, when they worked, I wanted everyone to know who had the idea. But since I have retired and started writing Today’s Good News, I recognize the ideas, the memories, the scripture pops in my mind are from Him. I call these …
Lesson From The Farm: He Used A Shovel
I was a freshman in college when I learned this lesson. I was helping dad on the farm that hot summer. I remember the morning I slipped quietly into the house. Everyone was sleeping, I thought. It was still dark when I eased into bed. That was precisely when the alarm clock went off. Time …
Lessons From The Farm: Preparing For The Day’s Work.
I remember those early mornings, just after sun-up, my head still groggy from not enough sleep… with a grease gun in hand. This was the ritual every morning. If something moved or turned it had to be greased. It was not a glamorous or exciting task that created interesting conversations. In fact, it was messy, …
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