A Broken Window

When it was my turn I didn’t aim high enough

When the weather got warm the kids in my neighborhood used to play Ante Over. We would say “Annie-Annie Over” then throw a ball over the house. We used different balls but found a baseball worked the best because throwing over the house was quite a ways over.

Continue reading “A Broken Window”

More Sundays When I Was a Kid

Rethinking what Sundays are all about

I was age 9 before I gave much thought to how my family observed Sundays. My mom and I were looking at her flower garden. I noticed our neighbor was doing more than looking at his flowers. He was gardening! This surprised me. I figured everyone observed Sundays the way we did. So I asked mom why our neighbor was doing yard work on a Sunday. She graciously said,

Continue reading “More Sundays When I Was a Kid”

Sundays When I Was a Kid

A look into my world

Sunday dinner at Grandma’s was a special time

I figure I have gone to church 4,000 times in my life. Give or take a few. 😊 When I was a kid Sundays were a day of worship and family. My church had both morning and evening services. Most people attended both, only missing when ill or out of town.  

Continue reading “Sundays When I Was a Kid”

Thankful for my parents

A Christmas Blessing

car church cold frost
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

A few months ago my mom had two procedures done on her heart. Because of her age these procedures took a lot out of her. In some ways she is better. In other ways she is not. We are hoping she bounces back. Continue reading “Thankful for my parents”