This is the question that drives our behaviors…our choices. When I was young AND wanted to “delight” mom & dad, everything seemed to go well. But when I was bent on myself, well, things got heated. In fact, I can still hear that black belt coming around the belt loops of dad’s britches. I knew …
Lesson From The Farm: We Harvest What We Farm
The fundamentals of life are found on the farm. Afterall, that is where God started man… in the Garden of Eden. It was on the farm that God set life applications in place. I grew up on a rice & soybean farm outside of Hamburg, Arkansas. Here are some of the applications I recognize. I …
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Seasoned…
This was my mother’s iron fryin’ pan (skillet). It is older than me (78). It is obvious it has been used to cook countless meals. Mary & I treasure this keepsake. But unlike many keepsakes that are kept on a shelf, this is “the” skillet we use. It has several unique characteristics. It is heavy …
She Carried Sweet Memories…
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 …
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