Saturday I saw sheets hanging in the sunshine on a privacy fence. It reminded me of all the times I pinned laundry on a clothesline and took it off to fold, placing the wooden clothes pins in the large pocket of the apron that accompanied the task. These were the...
At Christmas, I shared some memories of our Daddy with my siblings as a present to them. My younger brother, Dan Boyd, said he had some memories he cherished and had been thinking about. I encouraged him to write them down. This morning I found 5 emails from him, each...
Question from my 42 year old daughter: I’m wondering if you can help me with in the next couple of days. I’m working on the essay I started a couple of years ago about the quilt Granny Boyd made that...
When I was about 7, it was my birthday, I believe. This would have been February 1961. Several friends were over. (I didn’t get a record player until Christmas of that year.) We were on the back patio of our home listening to WBAM radio….Joe Rumore’s...
Zebras and Harness Racers….. In late summer of 2014 and for much of the next year I experienced a multitude of frustrations and confusion in attempting to connect with some individuals in ministry beyond my local community and church, I experienced a number of...
Forgotten Good When I was a young adult, my Mother noted that listening to me one would think I had a really sad childhood. Many of the memories I voiced were about hurts and sadness, not about joys and fun. One thing I have observed is that life recovery students...
