These stories come straight off the porch…
Before you scroll too far, this one’s worth a look. A quick welcome, a few stories, and a comfy seat waiting for you.
Before you scroll too far, this one’s worth a look. A quick welcome, a few stories, and a comfy seat waiting for you.
Some memories fade, but a few stick like splinters ā sharp, clear, and unforgettable. This oneās been with me since I was just a little thing, not even old enough to remember anything⦠except I do. What adult remembers things from when they were 2 years old?I do. Itās a brief memory ā just a…
I donāt remember picking a single green bean that year⦠but I dang sure remember sitting by that fire.
Before you scroll too far, this one’s worth a look. A quick welcome, a few stories, and a comfy seat waiting for you.
Let me tell you about the time I took something that wasnāt mineābut thought it should be mineāand I lied about it too. š¬ I was about 9 years old. School was the place to be in the fall at that age. Back then, we had those individual desks where your books and stuff went…
In my last story mentioned the old man with all the dogs, where, as a kid, we used to have a tater patch on his property. So Iād like to tell a bit about him. Frank was his name, and he lived by himself in this rickety old house that looked like it had been…
When I was a kid, our summers were spent going barefoot and tending taters. And by that, I mean Dad had a huge tater patchāand us kids were in charge of planting, weeding, and picking them up when it came time to dig. We sure had to work for most of our food back then….
When I was about five or six, we lived in a little clapboard house on a hill. It sat right along a two-lane road, and to me, that hill felt massive back thenālike climbing a mountain just to get home. We didnāt have much, but we had what we needed. And, apparently, that included a…
Iāve always liked catsānever really loved them, so to sayābut theyāre good to have around for mouse control and sometimes moles. š Anyway, let me get to the cat story I mentioned back in my first blog. At the time, I already had two cats and didnāt want any more. Shoot, oneās plenty, really. But⦅
Letās go way back to the early ā70sāI was 9 years old, and it was summer. Back then, you played outside all day, and rainy days found you inside. Either way, in my house, it was always āletās torment a sibling day,ā and you never knew when you got up that morning if you were…