For Native American Heritage month, I want to share this poem about the mothers who came before my grandmothers….✨💖
This one is a memory of my last visit with Dad. It was a very special time….
I’ve mentioned the times my family spent at Grandma Hatfield’s house in Kentucky, and at Great Grandma Ratliff’s, and one of the main features of playing with our cousins was wandering through and skipping rocks in Blackberry Creek. The creek was right across the street from Grandma’s house. I have joyful memories of time spentContinue reading “Blackberry Creek (McCarr, KY)”
Several years ago I found artifacts in a farm field. I was amazed, as the blade (pictured in the photo) was sitting on a furrow of soil, as plain as day, as if it had been left there during the spring rain (the arrow head was in an adjacent field). It is a highly cherishedContinue reading “Artifacts”