The Great Throwing Away or, The Great Unearthing: Toy

“One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.” ~ A. A. Milne Some of my surprising discoveries during the Great Throwing Away didn't surprise me, because I knew they were there, waiting to be unearthed. One of those takes me back to the summer I was eight, when … Continue reading The Great Throwing Away or, The Great Unearthing: Toy

The Great Throwing-Away: Bob’s Grocery

I just packed the egg separator from Bob's Grocery in Fentress, Texas, ca. 1956. Why? Because it's from Bob's Grocery in Fentress, Texas, ca. 1956. Bob--really Rob Waller--was my father's first cousin. They grew up on neighboring farms on the Guadalupe County side of the San Marcos River. Nell, Rob's wife and partner in the … Continue reading The Great Throwing-Away: Bob’s Grocery

The Great Throwing-Away: Quilts

Today's Great Throwing-Away was more of a Great Packing-Away, but I'm stopping for a brief post. Anything to take me away from the task at hand. Like my mother's cookbook and her high school diploma, three quilts will stay with me. The first is a baby blanket my mother's mother, Mary Veazey Barrow, made for … Continue reading The Great Throwing-Away: Quilts

The Great Throwing-Away: Tomato Soup Cake

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: Martindale High School

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

S Is for a Sin & a Shame: #atozchallenge

  LONG before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it's an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come … Continue reading S Is for a Sin & a Shame: #atozchallenge

N Is for No: #atozchallenge

When I was a child, my family lived across the street from a couple whose daughter, Denise, was almost three years old. Denise had blonde hair her mother put up in a curly little pony tail. She was as cute as a bug and as bright as a button, but not as sweet as pie. … Continue reading N Is for No: #atozchallenge

D Is for Stinky, Ruffy, and a Dollop of Muggs*: #atozchallenge

Probably no one man should have as many dogs in his life as I have had, but there was more pleasure than distress in them for me except in the case of an Airedale named Muggs. He gave me more trouble than all the other fifty-four or -five put together, although my moment of keenest … Continue reading D Is for Stinky, Ruffy, and a Dollop of Muggs*: #atozchallenge

Day K: Kerfuffle #AtoZChallenge

K is obviously for Kathy, a name at the heart of a lifelong kerfuffle. The plan was to name me Katherine for my great-grandmother and to call me Kathy. But at the last minute, when the nurse came in and asked for the baby's name so they could type up a birth certificate, my mother … Continue reading Day K: Kerfuffle #AtoZChallenge

#AtoZChallenge Day C: Contrariwise

I believe I've fallen behind. My Day B (April 2) post went online about five minutes before Day C started in my time zone. Now, less than four hours before Day D begins, I'm just starting on Day C. Technically, I'm okay--observing the letter of the law (take some time to chuckle over that before … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge Day C: Contrariwise

Happy Birthday, Veazey

Today is my cousin Mary Veazey's birthday. I will not say how old she is. I'll say only that she is old enough that she's always thought she had the right to boss me around. We have had many good times together. The most memorable, right now, aside from the times we almost broke up church … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Veazey

You’re Sixty

Today would have been my mother's ninety-eighth birthday. On last May 1, my father would have been one hundred. When I take the time to really think about that, it's mind-boggling. I can't imagine them at those ages. Mother used to tell a story about my great-aunt Lydia's sixtieth birthday. Lydia, her mother, her two … Continue reading You’re Sixty

Petting Zoos, Methodists, and Misbehavior

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

The House

Only Day 2, and I'm already tempted to drop out of Writing 101. Yesterday I had all day. I started early, ignored the instructions and wrote what and how I wanted, and took my time doing it. Fine. Today I had both morning and afternoon meetings, and now I'm as tired as I was when … Continue reading The House

Shut-eye

A brief report: I'm spending a couple of days with my cousin VZ. That's the one who fell asleep while I was reading her the first pages of my work in progress two years ago. I posted about the incident here even as she was snoring away in the other bed--we were sharing a hotel … Continue reading Shut-eye