June is a sort of paradiseWith blue dome over headAnd oleanders blooming nearIn pink and white and redThe ocean nipping at your feetSunshine that’s simply grandA cool breeze a blowingAcross a silver strandThere’s other months that’s nice, I guessSome folks just wait for springOr early fall and Christmas timeWith all the things they bringLike Santa… Read More June by Katherine Cary Place
A town on a mountain – That miners call home –This wee little boom town – Known as Jerome.On the side of a mountain – With road curling back –Just like a hairpin – And sharp as a tack.The buildings all seem – To be hanging on tight –To the edge of the mountain –… Read More House of Joy by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
The General Baptist Denomination in Flint MichiganAs you drive around Genesee County today there is no want for Cannabis businesses. Almost every street corner seems to have a store or grow facility. This was not the case when I was growing up. Flint during the 1950s to the 1980s was filled with Coney Islands, Banks… Read More The General Baptist Denomination in Flint Michigan
It’s Mother’s Day, and out upon the breeze, I hear the chime of bells,While violets blue as heavenly skies, Are blooming in the dells,And happy children wend their way, Each with a flower bright,And aged sires and women gray, Are wearing flowers white, On Mother’s Day.On Mother’s Day, if still she’s here, To love, to… Read More Its Mothers Day by Katherine Cary Place
Somewhere, someday my heartbreak will mend,But will never, no never be what it has been,The aches and the hurts have compiled inside,And I have no more places to let heartache hide.So in breaking my heart, my spirit broke too,And I can no longer spend my strength upon you.It is now my turn, after all these… Read More Heartbreak by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Alfred Cheney Johnston (April 8, 1885 – April 17, 1971) is one of my most favorite, if not my favorite photographer. My eye for art has always been drawn to the female figure and the graceful curves that God graced them with. Alfred was the photographer for the Ziegfeld Follies. The Follies were presentations on… Read More Alfred Cheney Johnston – Photographer
We’re going to miss her when she’s gone, little mother,We’re going to miss the slender grace, the gentle eyes, the patient face.We’re going to see the empty pace,And wish that we had kept her.She’s just a little frailer than she was a year ago,She’s just a little paler, and her step is getting slow,We think… Read More Mother by Katherine Cary Place
Ramblings of an Old Coot 