Yesterday winter marched back in. The sky’s blue canvas was dotted with swift clouds hurrying to the next mountain. Winds have howled through needles and budding branches all night long. More snow is forecast for Friday night. Patience should be the name of this month.
I've spent fourteen years on this platform, writing about my family's trees. I've written about postcards and photographs, pension files and census lists. The most satisfying posts connected people to details in humanizing ways. Of course not every entry succeeded. I am much more discriminating about pressing "publish" these days, so fewer posts are getting … Continue reading Family Herstory
Professing Faith, Confessing Allegiance
I was about twelve years old. Pastor Davis had come from the pulpit to stand front and center of the congregation, calling on all who wished to accept Jesus as their personal savior to come on down. I rose from my seat, and side-stepped over my neighbors, finally reaching the center aisle. I walked down … Continue reading Professing Faith, Confessing Allegiance
Within an Obituary: A Narrative of Anne Stone’s Life
This deftly woven narrative portrays Anne as an intelligent, pious woman, caring for her community and church, and training her children for "usefulness and Heaven." But it is incomplete.
The Cruel War Was Raging, Anderson Had to Fight
Reckonings come with a whoosh of adrenaline. Stinging insights fall over, around, under questions, like water tumbling over stones. The poet Wendell Berry wrote (1): It may be that when we no longer know what to dowe have come to our real work,and that when we no longer know which way to gowe have come … Continue reading The Cruel War Was Raging, Anderson Had to Fight