Thanksgiving in the Time of COVID It is a good practice to look back. Not an easy one, but a good one. There are lessons once learned, then forgotten, which we benefit by recalling. Thanksgiving rolls around again tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce . . . and a side of COVID. My state continuesContinue reading “Thanksgiving in the Time of COVID”
Late afternoon thunderstorms put the kibosh on Capon Springs and Farms 7/4 fireworks, and power outage killed electricity and the elevator. As plan B, lovely heroic Alice and I found lodgings a half hour drive away at the Winchester Marriott Courtyard where there was power and cooling a-plenty. Back to Capon late Thursday morning toContinue reading “French Toast, Fireworks and Freedom: Epilogue”
It is a reasonably warm morning in Capon Springs, WV, site of many an extended family vacation since 1994. The kids’ Fourth of July parade has wound its way down to the Main House. A costumed dramatic proclamation of Independence has been Declared. The stars and stripes have been raised to a rousing hand-to-heart renditionContinue reading “French Toast, Fireworks and Freedom”
As with much that God has for us, things are not always as they seem.
Thanksgiving 2009 has become the fixed north star on my timeline by which I recall, and in recalling, attempt to measure, weigh, and value God’s immeasurable, infinite and priceless faithfulness to me . . . .
Well, there we all are. Slightly more numerous than last year. Another grand-baby-boy with somewhat inconvenient Scandinavian citizenship, and another engaging daughter engaged, who will soon tie the lasso with a handsome Texan fiancé. God’s goodness has crowned our year. Happy as we all may appear, do not be fooled. Several in this bunch are plotting, scheming meanContinue reading “A CHARLES’ DICKIE CHRISTMAS 4EDUX”
Once again, headed to the holiday neighborhood literati bash at which all comers are to read or recite a Christmas-themed page or two, and at which the above tale has been read before. My want to be a paperback writer work product has been meager this past year. Sadly, that itself is a recurring theme.Continue reading “A Charles’ Dickie Christmas R3dux”
As the day unfolds in your own Thanksgiving time-space continuum, and as you determinedly brace yourself for too much turkey, you may already be anticipating the butterball leftovers that will stuff your lunchtime “sammiches” tomorrow. It is in the spirit of savory seasonal leftovers that I recycle an already several times told Thanksgiving re-tale. AContinue reading “A Thanksgiving Re-Tale, Retold”
We await a smaller mob than most years – we’ll have 15 around the table. I cite a link to our Thanksgiving experience in 2009 I hope you’ll enjoy: https://wheeledwords.wordpress.com/category/gettin-by-lifestyle-changes-greater-independence/himalayan-expeditions-wheelchair-travel/ But also happy to step out of the way of my good friend, Frank Smith III, a far more gifted writer than I am, whoContinue reading “Blackberries, Or Bushes Afire?”
He explained he wasn’t real sure how the tradition began, but over the years, while enjoying all the commercial glam of Christmas, he and his sisters took especially great pleasure in giving one mean gift at Christmas. Dianne loathed pork rinds, and Sue’s gag reflex took over at the mere mention of mushrooms. He hadContinue reading “A Charles’ Dickie Christmas”