MY MOTHER’S QUILTS by Katherine Cary PlaceBack in the days of long ago, My Mother used to make,Old-fashioned quilts of choice, And they were up-to-date. She had a name for every one, It seems that I recall,The Crown, the Fan, the Basket Quilt, And Mother made them all. The Old Log Cabin Quilt was one,… Read More MY MOTHER’S QUILTS by Katherine Cary Place
YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT FINDMy sister Sula was an avid genealogist. She spent hours in the musty basements of courthouses looking for clues of our heritage. She sparked my interest in the fact finding and desire of answering the gene questions. But I must admit I do most of my searching online.While filling… Read More YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT FIND
PLAYBOYS by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillTwo nephews have I! They’ve an interest in girls!Not in their clothes, their smiles, or their pearls.They marvel at the different shapes!Those “PLAYBOY” curves, they appreciate!BUT NEPHEWS!Whether you know it now not –This phase will pass – that is our lot.With age there’s more to “bare” in mind –Then “knockers” and… Read More PLAYBOYS by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Up in an attic high, so high, Far above the city roar,A poet sat when the day was done, And pondered a question o’er and o’er. His hair was long and most unkept, Bushy and thick, was the poet’s hair,His pen lay idle beside his pad, His clothes were old and worn threadbare. “I have… Read More MEMORIES by Katherine Cary Place 1878-1934
As you work on the Richard family history, one fact continues to pop up. As they travel across the United States, the Duckworth family traveled with them. Virginia, Illinois, Missouri and Michigan all find the Richard clan living in close proximity to the Duckworths.Are we related? You would think that some budding romance between the… Read More The Warrens and the Duckworths
ECTOME? OTOMY? PHYS? PSY? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill Hours you’ve spent in getting’ your schoolin’ –Hard work you’ve accomplished and that’s no foolin’ –You’ve learned a lot on “anatomy” –And how our “innards” are s’posed to be.You’ve studied what’s proper for us to eat –And watched in “surgery”, while they sliced “meat”.You’ve found blood… Read More ECTOME? OTOMY? PHYS? PSY? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
It’s sad to come to the end of the trail, When your sun is setting low,And your journey’s end is just beyond, Not many miles more to go.Oh, it’s sad, I say, if you find too late, As toward the west your journey ends,That you’ve missed the joy you might have known, In making and… Read More FRIENDSHIPS by Katherine Cary Place
Family In the greater scope of things, is your clan weird?Mine won’t win any prizes, they’ve proven their true worth.My dad was a “dirty old man”.My mom a “gold digging hussy”.Or so the respective “Families” said. I have always felt disowned by my blood,We were rarely included, given a thoughtIn celebrations and fun.They all could… Read More Family
In the year of 1973 –There was a commercial on TV.A sexy octopus comes on to tell –As an underarm expert, what she’d sell.Arid was dry and would never sting –And Dee also began to sing.Then Aunt Gayle hung a sexy octopus on her Christmas tree –And this brought forth a special jingle by Dee.She… Read More THE SEXY OCTOPUS by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
I’ll tell you ‘bout the fishing trip we took the other day,It sure has me thinking some ‘bout what folks have to say,You hear some awful stories ‘bout he color and the size,And I begin to think be-gosh, you hear some awful lies. Si Briggs just caught a three pound bass a week come Wednesday… Read More THE FISHING TRIP WE TOOK – Katherine Cary Place
Ramblings of an Old Coot 