If it Weren’t For the Tree Our tree, I say “our tree” because this particular tree stands in Forest Rose Cemetery right at the Frear family plots. This tree signifies for us that this is where our family is buried, at least five generations. This tree is...
My grandson is two years old and, as an energetic two-year-old, he’s learning to speak. Every day, he picks up new words and uses them in creative, and sometimes, hilarious ways. Funny, but the first word he learned was “no.” OK, it might be because...
Growing up my family attended a local Baptist church. I have fond memories growing up there, specifically of a certain family, Larry and Dee. They had children close to the same ages as my sister and I; Lynette, Brett and Brian, and Dee worked with my mother. We were...
Recently as a family we were walking around a large store. I remember walking around a large store as a child – you have the sense of how very big the place is. You have no sense of bearings – where is the exit, where you’ve been or where you’re going, the ceiling is...
