Families, like religious organizations and corporations, have their own languages. Outsiders hearing certain well-worn expressions may have little clue as to the actual meaning. The Nichols family members, offspring of “Pop” and Perditia Nichols, often speak of taking someone “out on the hill.” That sounds like an outing in the woods, possibly a snipe hunt […]
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Stories from my past.
Angel Fork (aka Little Browns Creek) added much flavor to my childhood. We called her “The Creek”, and invested many hours discovering her treasures. Turtles, crawdads, lizards, minnows and the occasional arrowhead were the major prizes. Miraculously none of the gang suffered snakebite or contracted typhoid in those waters, but bug bites, scratches and scrapes […]
The day we dreaded came too soon. Sitting with the Hospice representative for a frank discussion we all reached the conclusion that Mom living alone was a dangerous scenario. She needed more care and to get that care meant giving up her treasured independence. Mom agreed to the change, and we made preparations to move […]
In Part 1 of this childhood memory I shared the second oversight in our rafting adventure—the gross weight of the completed vessel. Eight kids did not possess enough muscle power to dead-lift that raft and carry it 100 yards to the water. After considerable brainstorming and experimenting we designed a workable solution—add wheels! With the […]
Pop and Grandma owned P. O. Box 23 in their hometown and retrieving the mail required descending the long hill to visit the post office. Pop owned a business and once a month the tiny box overflowed with customer receipts. As I watched him open envelope after envelope and stack the money I figured he […]