Is That My Grandfather’s Hand?
This past week, I thought of my maternal grandfather. I haven't thought of him for a long time because he died over 50 years ago. I'm not sure what inspired me to think about my old grandpa. As a youngster, I used to spend summers with him on his farm. He… Read More
Practice Doesn’t Always Make Perfect
This month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her amazing husband will celebrate 54 years of marital bliss. I can’t believe how fast the time has gone. It only seems like yesterday that we got married. Maybe that’s the benefit of getting old. I… Read More
Snoozing Has Become My New Hobby
The Gracious Mistress Of The Parsonage asked me a question this past week. "Well, my dear, have you come up with a new hobby yet?" Read More
Oh No, Not Another Day
I thought got over the problems I had two weeks ago. I thought I stepped onto new ground and everything was going to be fine. Very few times am I right, and this wasn't one of them. Read More
I Had a Thought But I Can’t Remember It
I just celebrated another birthday. I never imagined I would get this old, but here I am, old and still breathing. Reflecting on my birthday celebration, I looked back on my life and realized I've been so busy that I've haven't had much chance to think. I… Read More
What it Was, Was a Cookie
At least once a month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her daughter will spend a day visiting thrift stores in our community. I’m not sure, so don’t quote me, but I think there’s a 100-mile radius where they do their shopping. Read More