Long Hollow

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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story

  • Rain. A sweet! for me… a curse for others.

        Our rain started last night. A determined, confident rain that would match any long-distance runner in the Olympics… persistent and focused. I can hear it even now, picking up a second wind, stepping up its pace.  However, except for a few low-water crossings, and unlike poor Louisiana, thank the good Lord there haven't…

  • Thirty-Four Years… wait, thirty-four years?

      One thing you learn in a long marriage is how many sneezes to wait before saying, "Bless you." ~Robert Brault     Aren't we cute? It's hard to believe that was 34 years ago. Well, actually what's hard for me to believe is we're 34 years older than we were in that photo! We were newly pronounced…

  • Sweet is the voice of a sister…

      Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow, and wise is the counsel of those who love us. ~Benjamin Disraeli   When Mama found out she was pregnant with me, she and Daddy already had three children… Buster, 11; Brenda, 7; and Donnie, 4. Brenda, sandwiched between those two rowdy boys,…

  • Getting Unstuck, and other sweet!s…

        At the time of my last 'sweet' post, I mentioned going through one of the boxes of my mom's things and crying when I came across her uneaten Easter candy. In all honesty, I fell into a funk that day that I just couldn't shake… like a perpetual gray cloud was hovering above my…

  • The Last First 25 Years…

      "The first fact about the celebration of birthdays is that it is a good way of affirming defiantly, and even flamboyantly, that it is a good thing to be alive." ~G.K. Chesterton, "Our Birthday," 1935     TG turned 25 two weeks ago. She spent it floating the San Marcos River with her boyfriend, brothers,…

  • Slide Projectors and other sweets

        Last Saturday night I pulled out my grandmother's slide projector, propped it on my kitchen table, and went back in time through the images splashed on the wall above our stairs.  Most I had never seen before, like the one above of my grandmother standing in a field of bluebonnets. What you are seeing is actually…

  • Parades, Freedom, and other sweet!s…

        "I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find, but it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind." ~ America, "Sister Golden Hair" Despite good intentions, I don't blog as much as I'd like anymore, or have time to visit those of my favorite bloggers. But I'm hanging on to…

  • A few truly rich men I have known …

      A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty. ~Author Unknown     On one of the last visits I had with my Daddy before he passed – maybe even the last one – his face lit up in a smile at the sight of me and…

  • A Different Kind of Mother’s Day

    My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon  When you think about it, life is so very fragile, so touch and go, and there are so many things that can go wrong – that do…

  • To all God’s beloved… who are called to be saints…

    To all God's beloved who are called to be saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. ~Romans 1:7   "The memory of those who have gone before us, to whom we are linked by bonds of fidelity and gratitude, must also accompany us in all the acts of…