Remember that story about me mowing the ditch next to the busy road, and the military recruiter stopped by to “bring me a drink?” Well, I can’t remember how many times I mowed that ditch. At least once a week during the summer. It’s so steep my feet were almost at a ninety-degree angle walkingContinue reading “The Sparks”
Tag Archives: Hometown
The Pickles
Charity canned some cucumbers today. Our prayer is that they will turn into pickles. She’s canned them for the past four years with her sister-in-law. Growing up, we always had homemade pickles. Grandma made them every year and stored them in the basement. There’s something about going to the basement and smelling the oil andContinue reading “The Pickles”
The Haircuts
Well, the children haven’t done anything lately worth telling you about. It seems that they’re in a slump right now. Of course, there are things they’ve done that we can’t discuss. Something happened the other day, and I looked at Charity after we stopped laughing and said, “Oh, man. I can’t share that, and it’sContinue reading “The Haircuts”
The Height
To anyone who may not know, I’m tall. I’m not 7’6”, but I’m less than a foot away from that. Eight inches, to be exact. I wish I had a dollar for every time someone asked me how tall I was. I would be a millionaire. The most popular questions/statements and the responses to themContinue reading “The Height”
The Coffee
I was two years old when I had my first taste of coffee. The same goes for my brother. However, we didn’t know this until we were much older. Somehow, somewhere, I started drinking coffee. We thought it had always been that way. I had been drinking it since before I can remember. Mom andContinue reading “The Coffee”
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