Growing up as a kid, I thought that all grandparents–not only my own but also those of my friends–were old. After all, they had white,...

In an earlier, simpler time, visiting friends and neighbors was a normal party of everyday life. Sunday afternoons and holidays were...

Home. There’s nothing like it, especially when one is returning to it after a long vacation. It’s not just a general coming back home...

Today marks the 73rd anniversary of V-E Day, when World War II ended in Europe with the utter defeat of the Nazi regime. That military...

When my siblings and I were just youngsters, our father often told us stories from his Depression-era childhood, when he grew up on a...

With all the hoopla about the newest birth in the British royal family, I got to wondering what it would be like to grow up rich. Growing...

News Flash! Dateline North Carolina–Thurs., April 5, 2018 We’re grandparents again! Our daughter Rachelle gave us Number 7 yesterday...

The much-anticipated week has come and gone, and when I look back on all that happened, it was good, a refreshing break from our routine...

Sometimes one gets bogged down in routine. We get up (tired); go about doing the same daily tasks; eat our meals at the same time, often...

Sir Francis Bacon wrote, “Some books are to be tested, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.” They do not have...

Granddaughters were at the top of that list of reasons, of course. Three of our six grandkids live in that area, our most recent addition...

Combine the need to keep a secret with a growing forgetfulness in the secret-keeper, and you have a potential major problem. That was my...

While passing through our utility room on my way to the garage the other day, my attention was attracted to (or perhaps distracted by...

Some people who follow this blog might have noticed that it has languished a bit over the past couple of weeks. There’s a good reason:...

When I was a kid, one of the most popular Christmas songs was “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” sung by Gene Autry, “the singing cowboy.”...

And most of the hoopla is not really even about giving to others; it’s more and more becoming what I can get for me. More material things...

This is a special week in our family history. Our first two of four daughters were born within two days of each other (in different...

This past weekend, I attended what has become an annual event but that I have been able to attend only a couple of times–the reunion of...

That proverb describes Ralph Peterson, my Daddy. He was a quiet man. He said little in public, preferring to listen silently, taking in...