Another Powerful Ancestor

My husband’s grandmother, Jennie, didn’t look like a sweet old woman. Was it the set of her chin? She was kindhearted and I never heard of her being mean but she was a bit (less than 5′ tall) of a family tyrant; quiet, unobtrusive, but iron-willed. And somehow she made that will known. I always […]

A Life of Blackberry Memories

Smelling that distinctive moist sweet smell when the berries are ripe. My sister and I throwing boards up onto huge canyons of blackberries, stepping off onto solid vines to wrestle the boards to the next spot; the biggest sweetest blackberries are always way up high and way back there. Stomping and singing “When the Roll […]