The King and I April 1955 Shakespeare wrote in Macbeth,” a poor player that struts and frets upon the stage, and is heard no more”. While living in a small, west Texas farming town, I twice saw an aspiring, young musician that came from a poor family, who definitely strutted upon the stage like no [...]

I love the fact that my dad is writing again. Not only do I get to learn about his past, I also learn things about myself and my family. It’s also a history lesson in many ways. Here’s another installment. Garden of Stone April 1960 My maternal grandfather died in 1951, and for reasons of [...]

Another “Rambling” from my Dad. Enjoy… Friday Night at Grandma’s June, 1947 Friday has always been my favorite day of the week. It has been that way since I was 5 years old, because that was the night of the week that I got to spend the night with Grandma. The only Friday nights that [...]

I think I know where I got my intense love for animals.  My dad wrote this about one of his experiences as a young adult and he sent it to me last night.  Guess he has a bit of “blogger” in him as well.  Enjoy… Wind Beneath Their Wings             May 1955           [...]