Is There Anything in a Cat’s Name?
Recently my youngest daughter had the possibility of adopting another cat. Where this possibility of adopting a “Stubentiger,” as cats are…
My Problem With Numbers
As a writer, my life has been a love affair with words, but I’ve tried to keep numbers and me a…
Not Every June is a Whopper Month!
Not every June is a whopper month, it all depends on a lot of what’s, why’s, where’s, who’s, and wow’s! So…
Life is Like a Puzzle
One of the many gifts I recently received for my 90th birthday was a jigsaw puzzle specially chosen by two of…
The Making of a Column
Back in the days when newspaper columns were popular, a well known daily columnist wrote a one-paragraph column which said essentially…
Remembering My Father on Father’s Day
My father always appears in my heart on Father’s Day, though he passed away a long time ago. This is my…
Maybe Watermelons Are “Lutheran”
One of my most favorite vintage family pictures came from my wife’s family rather than from mine. It was a picture…
My Love for Garage Sales and Flea Markets
There are so many things to do in life that I enjoy, but can no longer do them, because of health…
If You Need a Class in Basket Weaving, I’m Not the One to Call!
In my younger years, there were two things which led my focus to basket-weaving. One was my interest as a Boy…
Replacing the Shadows on the Wall Made by the Moon
No doubt wealthy people hire interior decorators to decide which wall hangings and paintings should be on the walls of the…
Bagpipe and Kilt, or Accordion and Lederhosen
Considering the love of, and talent for, music, of the Wends, it’s not surprising that I was exposed to the sounds…
175 Years of Times Remembered
My thirty-year teaching career began as a first year teacher in Bellville High School in 1957. I graduated from Sam Houston…
Hand and Foot Wins My Heart!
Kids in the 1940’s usually played children’s card games like Old Maid and Go Fish, and I suppose today’s children still…
Remembering the Light on the Hill
“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light: those who dwell in the land of deep darkness on…
Muddy Roads Worse Than Flooded Streets?
Wharton was the first town I’ve lived in wherein there was street flooding. East Bernard was the second. I guess there…