The Great Throwing-Away continues to unearth items I refuse to throw away. Today it's The Household Searchlight Recipe Book my mother acquired, according to the inside cover, in 1940. It's had a hard life. I referred to page 77 repeatedly during my Divinity Phase, when I was eleven. Every rainy weekend—and there were more of … Continue reading The Great Throwing-Away: Tomato Soup Cake
The Great Throwing-Away continues. I opened a bin I thought contained photographs but found more paper than photos. Cards. Letters. Newspaper clippings. Little bits of life. And my mother's diploma from Martindale High School in Martindale, Texas, which she received May 31, 1935. It's signed by Chas. E. Lumpkin, Superintendent; Ruby C. Slaughter, Principal; and … Continue reading The Great Throwing-Away: Martindale High School
The petting zoo has come to BookPeople! Consequently, the average age in the coffee shop--aka my office--is considerably lower than usual. I estimate it at approximately two. Normally I filter out noise and activity to concentrate on writing. The ability to hyperfocus is a gift. Today, however, what's going on around me is more interesting than … Continue reading Petting Zoos, Methodists, and Misbehavior
Austin "Leadfoot" Osborne won in kt100 at the Texas Lone Star Grand Prix last Sunday in Lockhart, Texas. Family from Houston and Austin turned out to cheer him on.
What does a 100-year-old person look like? For their 100-day anniversary, kindergarteners were asked to come to school dressed as 100-year-olds. This Aged P. is a member of my family, but, as is obvious from our respective photographs, I am considerably younger than she.
My grandparents, Mary and Marshall Barrow, had four children. My grandfather had been certain that each prospective baby would be a boy, but he ended up instead with four daughters. One evening shortly before his death in the spring of 1940, he was lying in bed, listening to a radio broadcast of news of war … Continue reading Memorial Day 2013: All My Boys
For my mother born in Martindale, Texas, 1917 In all her seventy-five years, she never grew old. * The courage that my mother had Went with her, and is with her still: Rock from New England quarried; Now granite in a granite hill. The golden brooch my mother wore She left behind for me to wear; I have no thing … Continue reading Crystal