I went shopping down the street – And I found many things to greet. Some were pretty – some were plain – All were very glad I came. Each one seemed to say to me – Take me home and let me be – A gift you’ll give a friend or else – Let me… Read More OWLS by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
I love dive bars. The friendly no glamour feel of most of them always makes you feel at home. One my first trip to Baltimore we were looking for some where to eat when someone mentioned Swallow at the Hallow and that it had been featured on Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives and that Guy Fieri… Read More Swallow at the Hallow in Baltimore
Something is wrong at our house, Something big and sad, We have lost the art of smiling, The art to make one glad. The sky is blue as ever, And Sweeter the thrushes song, But out at the place that we call home, There is something decidedly wrong. Out her its fine, the trees are… Read More SOMETHING IS WRONG by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
The scattered dots of gold across the lawns – Are treasures that we each may look upon – They are the gifts of God, of time, of space – And it is not the right of man – to here misplace – For by the wind – their seed is scattered thus – A message… Read More My Gold by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
I sit in terror each night, Watching you slip away. The brightness in your eyes, your energy, Is slowly ebbing away. You wear a brave face, fight a gallant battle, But I fear you hide the truth. Is there more to your pain or fear? Your body seems to tell a different story. Over time… Read More Slipping by Roy Richard
Si Perkins was a farmer, A bachelor old was SI, He vowed he’d never marry, There ain’t no reason to try, For any woman old or young, Or rich or poor said he, With all their winnin’ ways, That will ever capture me. I own this farm and, I have saved a pocket full of… Read More SI PERKINS WEDDING DAY by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Wishing a Merry Christmas and a fantastic New year to everyone.
Hearts and hands are reaching out to you – To tell you “thanks” for loving us the way you do. And, not just from us – the Richard Clan – We’re sure that stretched out all across this land – Former students grateful for your guiding hand – Would join with us, in saying how… Read More MRS. WHEELER by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Growing up around all my cousins from Missouri, they all called me a Yankee and claimed a right to the confederate ideology of ‘rebel’. This is kind of funny for two reasons. First is Missouri’s role in the civil war. Missouri sent almost four times the number of troops to fight for the Union verses… Read More Our Family and the Civil War
Say, what do you think? I know a little girl called Perry Winkle Pink. The last time I saw her, she was tiny as could be, And the Red Bird that lives in my tall pine tree said, “Last night when she went to bed, he peeked in her window”. That is what he said,… Read More LITTLE PERRY WINKLE PINK by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Ramblings of an Old Coot 