The lady under attack had so many bad points — really juicy ones.
My dad sat at the kitchen table with me after supper and listened to the Lone Ranger. We didn’t have TV for a few years after it came in because good Free Methodists didn’t go to movies, and TV looked like a movie. Instead we listened to the radio and made movies with our imaginations. […]
It’s a tough riddle, but you can crack it
Our Grandmother Elma Fine Ingram baked mouth-watering cookies and recited fun poems. At our 1972 Ingram reunion, someone asked Grandma if she had a song. She replied that she did not have a song but she did have a recitation. Grandma was as cute as any 12-year-old: “I don’t believe I can stay seated to say […]
from Ron Currier
Dark blue with white stars.
He carried a hoe.
I held her tail.
We told each other our secrets.
A cake, all round and lovely and covered with fudge icing.
… as Mom flattened him.
Both my grandfathers were pastors and then superintendents in the FM church, and when I first read “there were giants in the land in those days,” I thought of my two grandfathers, who occupied gigantic space in my young mind. These men were both very conservative in their views. 1. Whisker power After Grandmother died, […]
My grandfather Ingram played shinny with us and took us fishing and told us stories his father had told him about the 1849 wagon train to the gold fields in California. My picture of him is energy, positive, and fun. But while we were living next door to my parents during their declining years, I […]
“I bet you don’t get much sleep…”
I stood a little taller.
We rode a horse to school.
On all four sides, from under the lid, numbered tags dangled on strings.
They traveled to churches in many parts of the nation.
In church, Mimi saw Hershey bars.
Mom made sandwiches, and Bob played with matches.
My sister, Mimi
Off her stool and out the door.
She decided to make a candle.
The innards went in a separate pile.
Said the good church member.
I thought all men were Brother and all women Sister.
Never knew a pastor called by initials.
“Got to do something about her.”
I carved my dad’s initials on the garage.
The muskrat with the extra syllable