Tag: family

  • Carrying On

    Carrying On

    Carrying on Morning devotionsMorning Bible readingMorning prayer I’m keeping theroutine. But Lord,I’m hurting:I’m lonely, I’m sad,I’m afraid. I hear that frog croaking,the spring peeper outsidemy back window,and I wonder howI’ll do the hard stuff.How will I removeanother dried-upfrog stuck in thedoorjamb, likelast year? Last year, when Jerry did it. My lists seem overwhelming.I cross off…

  • Where to Even Begin?

    Where to Even Begin?

    Hmm: A runaway mule team that nearly mows down two women? A quarrel between two sisters who claim to be pacifists? A public argument between a female Northerner and a male Confederate sympathizer? For several months, I debated about the best narrative hook for my novel based on the real family-heirloom diary of my ancestor,…

  • Bring Back the Benton Bugle!

    Bring Back the Benton Bugle!

    While I am away this week, please enjoy this throwback piece which ran on the Honor the Journey Substack in November 2024! My husband bemoans the lack of local newspaper reporting. There are still a couple of reporters, but our print news now comes mostly from the USA Today Network. As a former newspaper employee,…

  • Words of wisdom in stressful times – from 1866!

    Sunday, March 11, 1866 We looked for the Ohio teachers on the morning train but they did not come & no word from them. We received a letter from home; they are well as usual. Change is going on among our friends & acquaintances: some are married, some are consigned to the tomb, since our…

  • Remember our farming ancestors in winter

    Remember our farming ancestors in winter

    We think we have it bad this weekend with the snowfall and frigid temperatures. But a massive winter storm – idyllic though Currier & Ives make it appear in their 1868 “American Homestead Winter” – would have been a huge challenge for my ancestors, Mary Jane and Lizzie Edwards and anyone who lived on a…

  • The Name Board

    The Name Board

    A family legacy Splintering sections of plywood painted a graying white lean against my living room bookcase. They await my next move. Covering the 2×4-foot raggedly sawn pieces and written in a tapestry of red, black, yellow, blue and green the signatures slightly fade each day. Some block printed, some in neat script, others shakily…