The story of the pearl-handled pistol has always intrigued me. I first heard it from Ralph Durfee who lived through the events that happened in Mexico in the early 1900’s. I was recently invited to tell stories at a Family History event in Idaho. As I researched this story and talked with older siblings, I […]
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The aroma of lilacs wafts its way to me as I step out of my car at my daughter’s house. A row of lilacs in full bloom lines the sidewalk. My mind travels back to when I was young and I remember cutting bunches of lilacs. It is Memorial Day and we are going to
Things are getting old around here—and not just people. My garbage disposal started growling at me when I expected it to function. Then it didn’t growl any more. I need a new garbage disposal. I procrastinate and get along without it for the present. My husband and I are still sheltering, and we choose to
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The opening hymn in Church this morning was music only—no singing on account of Covid-19. But I didn’t need to voice the words to hear them in my mind: “Because I have been given much, I too must give.” My mind traveled back almost 30 years. It was just before Thanksgiving in 1991 when a
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I was happy with what I accomplished in art class. I juggled my watercolor palette, paints and the picture I had begun—blue daisies on a white background. My arms were so full that I had to set some things down in order to unlock the door of my car. I spent the afternoon running errands
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Was I born to do this? To find an audience? To tell my story, any story? Or did I come to storytelling by way of heritage? Because I am my father’s daughter? Because he told stories? I must have an audience or storytelling isn’t—no can’t happen. I volunteer in my children’s school classes. I step
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Taking out the trash was a mundane task for me, but as I walked past the persimmon tree, a choir of birds prompted me to look up. The bare branches of the persimmon tree with tiny leaf buds waiting to unfurl was covered with a crowd of tiny birds twittering and singing. Each bird sang
I am glad that I participated in the A to Z Blogging Challenge this year. I appreciate Stuart Nager who told me about the challenge and encouraged me as I began. Although I do not know them personally, I appreciate all of the people who worked so hard to make this a success for me and
