Elvis and Tammy Faye

"I’m not going to lie to you. Seeing the home of Elvis was a lot like dying and waking up in a 1970’s Tupperware party hosted by Tammy Faye Baker." Sean Dietrich June 2019 Isn't it funny how one sentence can send memories tumbling from the shelves in the storerooms of our minds?  Things long …

Dirt Roads and Field Stickers

Life-it's rarely a smooth walk down the trail. We all get a few burs stuck to our pants legs or some stickers in our feet along the way. But we keep going. My Great Grandmother taught me that.

My First Friend

Childhood friendships don’t always last forever, but the memories of these friendships often do.  Some memories leave an indelible mark upon the pages of our lives. They help shape the person we are to become. Little images of my childhood skip through my mind leaving an indelible mark, forever a part of who I am.  …

Waxing Nostalgic

I believe many memories are established in the heart because of time spent together. Spend time with your children, your grandchildren, parents and grandparents. And if you have them, your great-grandparents. And to our older generation I say, "You matter!" Time is the one thing we can never get back once spent-so spend wisely!

Bread Pudding, Babies, and Family (Recipe Included)

Vanilla and cinnamon mixed with the aroma of baking bread filled the air and propelled me through time into the memories of my childhood. Scientist tell us there are certain sounds, smells, and tastes that act as a trigger upon our memories, taking us home or to a favorite place. Jergen's cherry almond lotion reminds …

The Weight of Love

Have you ever felt as though you had no safe place to dwell? Have you been surrounded by fear and darkness while you searched for the light? You may feel unloved and unwanted. But I tell you-JESUS LOVES YOU! His love is very real. It is a weighted blanket full of life, warmth, comfort. His love is the kind you feel deep down inside and to the marrow of your bones. Reach for it! Cling to it! He is reaching for you!

Blowin’ in the Wind

The little girl rocked back and forth upon the little horse, the springs creaking with each sway. But she paid no heed to the groans of her little horse. She was listening for something else-a distinctive high pitch tone. She'd seen others do it. If they could, so could she. She had decided to teach teach herself to whistle.

The Running From the Bulls

We placed our feet firmly upon the bottom rail of the cross fence and looked with trepidation across the pasture. The bull eyed us from his domain. But he was between us and our goal.

Loose Teeth and Taffy

-This is a true story, based upon a child's memory. So, people and places are likely a bit different than actual events. However, ones thing is not changed. My Papaw is an amazing man! My PapawA Lost Tooth I had a loose tooth again. I rather enjoyed having loose teeth.  It was quite satisfying to …

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